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  • on realising one’s age

    on realising one’s age

    I wouldn’t call it a crisis More a stasis Standing still, taking stock Did I do it, did I make it Follow my path, make my dreams I was going to run the world – Bank. I was going to break the mould I did break a few – Some on purpose. But, my potential,…

  • Top drawer

    Top drawer

    Have I mentioned my thing for drawers? I’m a bit batty about them and my ebay search is set at all times for vintage haberdashery styles, apprentice pieces and shop displays – want to see my little collection?   The tall Sylko drawers are my pride and joy, a bargain from birmingham. Anyway, why am…

  • Static

    Static

    Such a little word: Static. Carrying such a weight. Anchoring. Burying. Nailed. Sitting still but unbalanced. Doing nothing but offering up a shock if disturbed. Static. White noise obscuring the truth. A life without movement, experience, adventure That’s the real hair raiser.

  • Drip

    Drip

    My glass is neither half empty or full It’s brimming and right at its limit My challenge each day Despite what you say Is to pack life and love in each minute. How can I rest When my boy’s made the best Lego building the worlds ever seen? When his brother has just jumped in…

  • Forget me not

    Forget me not

    The trousers’ crease is sharp It won’t last I know But I watch him swing his new pants As I have to let him go Day one for Little One…