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  • Parsimony

    Parsimony

    I sometimes wonder whether I spend my time wisely Or whether I squander it on fripperies Of action. What is of best value Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full Or Listening to the still body echo The tiny repeating call of my bones And listening…

  • 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…

  • I see the Finishing tape

    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 again.  One more time. I’ve been quite hermetic, I’ve not written much. But I’m happy I’ve written what’s right. And I’ve put myself into my words, spilt my blood, Vented spleen, cried some tears, late…

  • on realising one’s age

    on realising one’s age

    I wouldn’t call it a crisis More a stasis Standing still, taking stock Did I do it, did I make it Follow my path, make my dreams I was going to run the world – Bank. I was going to break the mould I did break a few – Some on purpose. But, my potential,…

  • Six weeks

    Six weeks

      The school doors at last are shut and locked up The alarm clock is quiet, we won’t get up For a while – tho’ the dawn chorus is loud, in full swing Nor will I be running wild, packing up the school things into bags, bleary eyed, rumpled, unironed, dishevelled. My sleep deprivation has a hope of…