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Memory Resides

In an April sky Memory resides… Clouds of renegade Gray Remind me of a time A city after the blitz A city pulled asunder Streets still in bits Of bread laced with Dripping When less than a shilling Got you … Continue reading

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For Things that Went Amiss

Strange How odd, that buildings And spaces in-between Brews a lament For things that went amiss For people no longer here And, unable to return In a fissure of a moment Or in the melody of a prayer There is … Continue reading

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A Day Slips

The rain Cold and wet Returns… To wash away What remains…of an afternoon Dark clouds Paint a sky…battered and bruised Ignores The anxious twilight As another darkness Creeps Hissing like a snake The day finally trips Softly slips Underground Soon … Continue reading

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Tossing Leaves

An August afternoon it’s late A strong breeze soliciting Mischief Shaking trees Tossing leaves Cotton clouds behave In a reckless fashion I hold my breath A thought wrestles With a memory In the archives of My mind There are renegades … Continue reading

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When Darkness Slips

Each night When darkness slips When bone and flesh Begin to ache The land beyond The glass Beyond the face Of Time Summons our altered Mind To travel To that place Where dreams sit and wait Like trains To take … Continue reading

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Heal the Cut…

They say Time heals The rift between Now and Then Between memory And loss Or is it, that pain Grows dull While memory chooses To momentarily forget Heal the cut but, its a wound Nevertheless… Thatcher Doran

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Mysterious Moon

Before evening twilight As day fades A half moon stares Half face Half mask What she sees She keeps In the craters Of her memory As day fades Before evening twilight Invades… Thatcher Doran

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Shaking Hands with Something New…

Sounds of an aeroplane Old-fashioned Like a Norton circa 1950’s Sound of voices Words parade through the garden An old house…circa 1700’s Still stands in a new century Modern sculpture in the tamed Wilderness A signpost in a meadow Time … Continue reading

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Thistle and Flower

Memory…. an echo of Time that shadow of place and the melancholy of distance fades with each day of living an ambiguity of space then, the uncertainty of age all in the sphere of the unknown Constant….. the past slowly … Continue reading

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Silent Libraries

Clouds ¬†are the¬†libraries where silence reigns historians of the earth …..with cotton wool stacks of memory waiting to fall as rain   Thatcher Doran  

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