Tag: Napowrimo
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Timing
This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarred…
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As ever
The youngest feels he’s been left out The elder is impatient And I as parent wonder at Sibling dynamics ancient
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Speedy
Today my poem must be swift A rhyme instead of sonnet As I have got to do my chores So four lines are my Limit
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Identity theft
We all are meant to have a tribe a family that we can live inside a group who understands our ways Accepting us And yet these days It seem to me that this coherence Is suffering mass interference We don’t sit down and talk direct We click and type on t’internet And it is easy…
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