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Nocturne
I stay up late at night: I somehow need to feel the dark. To have a space to bubble into, Rise and grow and stretch myself. But I am also lonely. Late at night is a solo shift. I should be being social, chatty. But I shrink away from that. A conundrum lies before me,…
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Egg
Easter is a new egg, Shell perfect Untouched and new. Just waiting to crack And show What lies beneath. Perhaps it’s a fresh start For my weary heart. But I’d prefer chocolate 😉
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New
Thinking about how, once you make a change it can become inconceivable that you could ever go back. My life is unrecognisable to when I started this blog and is can’t ever imagine reverting. Ever. How to define rebirth ? A big question given short shrift By me And others who should be enlarging this…
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Carded
Well, here we are almost halfway through April, NaPoWriiMo and I am by the sea flaking out after a late night at an Adam Ant gig. how old do you feel do you wear a high heel? do you enjoy your food when you eat? do you live to capacity and have the audacity to…
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Cracking
Once upon a time, in the world where poems rhyme and things work out all the time just fine, there was a girl who knew that things do fall askew Do not fit. One bit. Her friends went to balls Wore their shoes Went on dancing In halls of mirrors, used To boost the numbers…
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