Tag Archives: Time

Suspended Indefinitely

A man in a cafe A voyeur in the corner Life at the tip of his pen Time Suspended indefinitely The immortality of words   Thatcher Doran

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Retell a Lie

I have forgotten their faces Eyes through the cafe glass A casual diversion… But it’s not A glimpse of the world As it stops and starts Traffic lights, green and red A view from the table With permission to look … Continue reading

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Besides the Reality of Pain

Staring at the faces Of Monday morning strangers Waiting for a sign From the muted sound of feet Hear the silent echo… Evaporate against the cafe glass Like the blank page Waiting for ink… The anticipation of a moment To … Continue reading

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See the Road Ahead…

See the road ahead The flat, the dip Those narrow bits The whispering hedgerow On either side Or the city path…hear The echo of missing Footsteps Between avenues of brick Or tree See the life ahead You might…you think Could … Continue reading

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Waiting Just Like Everyone Else

Today promises a day of spring The air is warm Regardless of the breeze Finally fractures winter’s grip Generates a contemplative Mood A slender crack In Time’s continuum Waiting for the Moment To squeeze through that Illusive enigma A string … Continue reading

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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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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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This Room Sits

The room with a view Architecture and politics Looks down Upon the minions of a city Now, the noise has gone Except, for the dripping Tap That soft inflection …voices Drinkers after work This room sits Innocent But a witness … Continue reading

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Dice and Slice

Despite! How we dice and slice Segment the years In order to elongate Our fragmented lives… Time continues to gain The upper hand Thatcher Doran

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