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Blue…Solid

Waiting at the station Early morning sky is Blue…solid But gentle on eyes…still tired A sandstone wall sits Capped with galvanised Rods Standing to attention Saluting a new day A performance yet to come Modernity as a play The actors … Continue reading

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Crossing the Street

Silent feet At the end of Dawson Street Muted by wind Stop or go… Colour dictates Red or Green Young or old… Age dictates Fast or slow Smiles or frowns… Mood dictates A view A fragment A thousand stories Walk … Continue reading

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Day after Day

Its June… an empty sky …except for blue the colour of childhood innocence… and everything new days of summer perfume of roses and carnations of freshly cut greens alongside football played on the street goals scored between lamppost and railings … Continue reading

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The Colour Of Butter

the homeward train causes thoughts to flutter in my mind the whys, the hows the rights , the wrongs two sides of the same coin the theory is what you cannot see is dubious! i look to the sky and … Continue reading

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The Colour of Virginity

those silent clouds are leaving the city heading west perhaps to the ocean skywalkers celestial dream catchers secretive passing over the deeds of men carrying the tears of the earth innocent in white floating wads of cotton wool but only … Continue reading

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Dismissed

gray is the only colour left of this decaying day soon to sink into the earth dead another day dismissed and time shows no remorse

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Who Knows?

travelling home watching the evening sun almost paint a fragmented sky the horizon soon to be liquid gold knowing this day will leave an aftertaste a sleeping image and at some future date…. who knows? except perhaps Van Gogh he … Continue reading

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