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  • Poetic panic

         There’s a special kind of terror When you’re lying on the beach And you’re suddenly aware that your child…

    : Poetic panic
  • Parked

    I have an itch, I have a scratch I sometimes wonder if I can match My old ways, my triumphs,…

    : Parked
  • whine

    With apologies to The Stranglers… Chardonnay Chardonnay yes I know what people say that you’re just the same as eating…

    : whine
  • Num-mum-bers

    today is the last day of national poetry writing month. So I thought I would think about my blog –…

    : Num-mum-bers
  • I see the Finishing tape

    its almost the end: The end of the month. The end of the (rhyming) line. The coda, Full stop.  Start…

    : I see the Finishing tape