Tag: love
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Physics and art: in memorium
The really weird thing is I can never remember The day you left us for good. When mum died the day was stamped in my memory I may as well write it in blood . But you, you with your quietness, you slipping away from your mind Where did you go? Or is the real…
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Patina
Any really interesting surface Is made of different layers And each layer is a lifetime Then burnt back to the quick. The bumps, the dents, the feelings Ripped open then remade. Run deep, below the topcoat. And that is why I stayed.
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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…
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Jammed
I sometimes feel like a sardine. Not peckish,coo I fancy sardines on toast, no, more like I’m packed in on all sides. I’m sure many of us do, I mean, what with children and other halves and siblings and work (of whatever description) and chores and hobbies and life changing emergencies we all face our…
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