Category Archives: Poetry

A Frame

I see through the glass A field of grass The many blades it takes To paint it green A frame to hold a thought Then, comes the rain Solidifies the scene Then, mutates slowly Shape-shifts into dream To the echo … Continue reading

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Grey

What we see is Perspective Coloured or shady Grey is transition Before or after pain Grey is the road To or coming back… Temporary in a temporal World Always…longing To see the sun Then, it’s gone   Thatcher Doran  

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Raisins Left in the Sun

A book and paper..blank Awaits For words to ink the page A cappuccino sits And while I wait A summer wasp hovers In silent pain Making suicide missions Across my face It’s that time of year On the off-white window … Continue reading

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Lost at Traffic Lights

Each morning through the same Glass I see the city street The same routine…almost Except for collateral minutes Lost at traffic lights And the morning changes… People take a second Breath But still stare ahead The beat, the pace… Only … Continue reading

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Just Short of a Stare

There in the quietness A stranger strays into my sight In that tunnel of curiosity I look, just short of a stare Beyond the straight line Of cafe chairs Through the hypnotic mist Of desire…I look again Something about the … Continue reading

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Watershed

Dark and brooding Clouds are gathering Grey and menacing Sinister In their character They wait… Here’s hoping the train Will out run their post An airborne watershed Primed to burst…   Thatcher Doran

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Maybe Soon…!

I would like to stay awhile And look outside Through the cafe glass See the world turn…so slow It’s hard to believe it spins But its people who move And turn Who change yet stay the same Spin reality into … Continue reading

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Desire

Desire maybe a want To consume Without the ability To swallow   Thatcher Doran  

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A Reminder

Life is about seeking out The possible Reality is a reminder You haven’t found it…yet   Thatcher Doran

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By Default

If nothing is absolute Then, by default Everything is possible!   Thatcher Doran

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