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.
sbm.
Monthly Archives: March 2016
typewriter
deep mine
.word.
#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.
sbm.
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.
sbm.
#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?
sbm.
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.
sbm.
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.
sbm.
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