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  • If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

    If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

    A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into the…

  • Upstairs

    Upstairs

    I have spent the whole week Struggling to speak To my youngest son, who has been Quite determined to press Every button to stress His disgust at the current regime.  He has screamed, he has wailed  He has fought and has railed ‘Gainst the system within which he exists.  What he hasn’t devined Is that…

  • Step

    Step

    Step Lemmings throw themselves Weeds drape Beetles clamber And eggs roll The edge marks a start A change you can’t change A turn or a twist A drop or a fall A push A shove Nails drag as they cling Some change is a good thing Some Step

  • Sugar free

    Sugar free

    We all know that sugar is the enemy… Normally moments of claritybring strength and hidden depth. Today I’m seeing, unfortunately The cul de sac of death. My limbs turn to lead I live within my head. And it will get worse. There is no cure, Just this curse. And that, is the truth. No sugar…

  • 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