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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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Photographs

Words are photographs Capturing the moment Before they fade Collapsing into the ether Fragmented, like drops of rain   Thatcher Doran

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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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Grimacing in the Rain

The rain today Seems unrelenting The sky a murky off-white…complete But the car park Is almost busy I watch the shoppers The mums and dads With their trollies and One-handed bags Tiny-tots with little legs Grimacing in the rain So … Continue reading

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It’s Time to Get Up

The morning started while I was still asleep A courtesy…. no doubt while under the eyelids I am making plans items I will change another breakfast with Satie then a walk before the rain although the rain has always being … 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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There’s Another Thought….

it doesn’t matter how many times i write a poem or catch a thought trying to escape it will never explain life…. as I sit on the patio listening to the thunder drinking black coffee from a white china cup … Continue reading

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Waiting at Platform One

Winter sky Late Sunday afternoon travelling westwards Waiting at platform one Outside the flagman kicks his toes Then, whistles go…. Leaving the city station the evening light is Jekyll and Hyde to the left broken blue With wads of cotton … Continue reading

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Like Water….

Words are like rain Free! Like water At their best When conveying emotions Singular Or Plural Words are rivers Deep or shallow Revealing joy Some sorrow Causing trouble…. Healing…. Words become Bread Our basic subsistence By Paolo Michell

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Shades of Veneer

rain has penetrated reflections from the pavement clothes now stuck to skin summer showers too wet waiting for a train everything now running after a timetable a pause for readjustment but it’s too late waiting is still waiting except…. the … Continue reading

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