Monthly Archives: April 2015

words needed

alongside gestures of despair,

may communicate thought

bettter. or worse?

so lets be singular

enjoy our own space,

and be friends, forever.

she says that you

cannot see some people’s souls,

perhaps we need to look harder.

there is a lot going on.

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nothing found

i searched for the ravages of time,

it seems a phrase i have not used recently.

it seems i ought to keep quiet,

and get on with it any way.

there are enough disturbances in the world,

without another.

butterflies.

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quietly

storm predicted, wind swept, the visitors came,
some to sail boats, while others to
pass the time of day, pleasantly.

we shall shelter from the rain

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the garden slopes

so if the seat is not level,

we slide.

if the leaves grow,

we can hide.

quiet. see the paths wind,

the grass grow.

talk about everything.

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green

slight mist, the window this

morning shows a softer

green. since the rain.

the oak has started, new

flowers come through the grass.

while feeding birds, we watch the

smaller things.

gradually all things

grow.

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leading lines

she read the leading
line over.

reactions, speak louder.

so when there are none
look for a meandering way.

the lane is long,
now there is no escaping,
only one way to the end.

a little conversation
never goes amiss.

there are times
during demolision
one gets bruised.

the play never ends.

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it is a gift

it is a gift, the friend ship, the kiss

on each cheek with out avoidance.

it may seem continental, yet we are

dolgellau. it is a meeting place, yes,

near the church. there are similarities,

yet this is not a metaphor.

we met at ten, talked of family,

one hour led to two, and overstepped

the parking time.

later in the garden, i thought of you.

i cut the paths and thought of you too.

it is a gift.

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gift

the white room

becomes larger as time moves on.

it started early, with greek poetry,

the radio, which played all day.

he says i like a challenge, and

can certainly rise to the occasion.

cutting in proves concentration, happily

painting everything white.

geese flew over, ann messaged to

say her swallows returned.

the day moved slowly, and i find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

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