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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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About a Day in April

What words best describe a path through life the face behind the mask words that will not dry too dry….. but lie gentle on the page like a star at night a picture painted to tell a story…fragments just fragments … Continue reading

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Endeavoured

We are …. each one of us but a moment in time merely a breeze with a fading residue an afternoon one glorious summer our scent briefly lingers our time expressed in a minute, an hour through day and night … Continue reading

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A Notion Of Time

time, is now not yesterday work, is often the idea of someone else night, is the infinite realm of dreams day, is trying to remember that which you have forgotten hours, are the corrales of days walls of apprehension minutes, … Continue reading

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It Is You And Me

i see poetry in a blue sky i hear words whispering in a gentle breeze or shouting in an angry wind sometimes i feel the melancholy in a child’s innocence poetry is day and night in life and death it … Continue reading

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Fingers To Remove Our Blindfolds

i spoke to a real poet last night what else! we agreed that questioning is the backbone of life! to come and go as we please no apology, no excuse the question mark(?) is the key to many doors fingers … Continue reading

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Watching People Going Home

sitting in a room of books the day has turned to night only a shadow of its former self the wind is whistling rattling pass the window panes autumn leaves-what remain dance or dangle by a thread silhouetted by fancy … Continue reading

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Awakened From Its Slumber

at night train stations exposed and naked empty alone, except for the company of the dark except for the silent cries of isolated islands of light pinned and needled numbed by the fingers of the night a pending awareness…. waiting … Continue reading

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Anything But Certain

last night i read some Philip Larkin words about the appraoching night how we lose our bearings in the darkness awareness…. somehow compromised second guessing those absolutes…. a future in flux at least disguised anything but certain til the morning … Continue reading

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Wet Grins

the rain is back silently during the night it just sat there this morning like a child’s grin its smile wide and wet cheeky considering the time of year all those hopes now tired of waiting for sun and scented … Continue reading

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