Monthly Archives: March 2016

each day,each day

it turned up, crowned a peasant

doll.

the ring.

imagination

set him free.

it is a safer place to be.

less words

are better.

the ring.

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deep mine

i am eight now nearly nine. tall.

18.65 work the deep mine. small.

6 to 6, break for bread,

and poetry.

do not whistle, save your breath.

18.70 .

apprenticed, looking

for promotion. chains.

he is forty one i think,

lungs are stone.

forty five, 19.03

done.

slate breath.

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shroud may seem biblical,

more every day really.

those and these days.

future days, though those

do not exist.

yet or ever.

like marmalade.

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torn

#christine (2)

regarding labelling.

we are not what people think of us, it goes deeper than that,

we are not the words people say, it goes deeper than that.

we are not made by our history, it is something,

deeper than that.

then in a picture, it is not what you see on the surface,

it is far deeper than that.

#repeated.

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on spring (1)

who knows which hour it starts,
which minute, rhyme or reason.
breaking of rules, our hearts
open. lit a season.

on spring, slight chance,
light or prayers can change.
sons move in a prouder stance,
yet others rage.

black bird sings early
the same bird calls late.
sense that nearby
one year came straight.
spring slides. the
moon draws tides.

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#christine

who knows her name now,

times passes. why do you

paint her?

how to say a name.

one syllable or two?

we were all young then, sliding

about in troubles, growing out.

how to say a name in pictures.

christine.

they wrote of you

in public interest, fact

with fiction.

christine.

who loved you

those days in wraysbury,

london.

who loves you now?

what shall I call you now,

christine?

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shall i write

shall i write of sunday, or the

other days?

shall i write of the garden,

or the bear?

i have been reading, and know

that each thing is important,

each task in a day, all

those who hibernate.

creep in, he is snoring,

creep out make some tea.

trim the jasmine, make things

tidy.

ready, for when he wakes.

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on spring

who knows which hour it starts,
which minute, rhyme or reason.
breaking of rules, our hearts
open. split a season.

on spring, slight chance,
light or prayers can change.
sons move in a prouder stance,

yet others rage.

black bird sings early
the same bird calls late.
sense that nearby
one year came straight.
spring slides. the
moon draws tides.

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/ˈmjuː.zɪk/

stops me in my tracks.

music.

lightens a hard, an edgy mood.

more important than

other things, i will not mention

here. edited.

music.

punctuates the news, world

matters, sound of

elegance ..

repeating .

music.

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