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  • Short

    Short

    So, I’m hopefully joining a haiku poetry group via Facebook…here’s my first draft attempt…be kind I moved here for love Life twists us but I have you So no more I move

  • Extra

    Extra

    Imagine that everything  had a layer of cling  film. Held taut as a drum  against you. So everything had At least  one extra step One more hurdle for you to fly through. Did I say everything ? I meant everything. From When Eyes open up,  till they close. When I’m Brushing my teeth  When I’m tying…

  • Blank

    Blank

    I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work.  Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…

  • Dial

    Dial

    They turned the volume down, I think? It suddenly all went dim And I remember thinking its not me, it definitely must be them The cotton wool bound round my chords My ears were underwater I tried to turn it up again But it just got far fraughter And now I’ve moved inside myself I…

  • 63 years, iron filings

    63 years, iron filings

    Or, On meeting a man in the pub We stood there together in front of the crowd And promised each other our lives and ourselves Your hand on my back Me holding you tight Not daring to look straight To stare at the light That image is burnt now It’s seared on my soul It’s…