Monthly Archives: October 2016

three pigeons

how do they know to come back,

how

to come back? . i asked

steaming at central station.

they were sending

eggs by post those days, and dad

sent primroses, i am told.

in boxes.

remember the day we bought

the cat, placed in a special

one for carrying,

marked pigeon.

became his name.

they sent them away by train,

later

we imagined we saw them fly

back.

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these trees

harrogate in the rain.

cheap umbrella broke,

a delightful shade of pink,

abandoned.

abandoned the street

for the parlour, the crown.

mourned my shoes, wet

and ripping.

dripping

white nubuck.

watched the trees,

falling leaves.

good coffee

opposite

the pumproom.

harrogate.

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trust

i trusted him like i trusted you, implicitly.

then she doubted, never trust anyone, she said

she had been watcing reality

tv.

then insidiously doubt crept in, as water spread

this weather.

i may be pleased to say that she, maybe

proved wrong this time.

you rang me.

also pleased with the spellling.

the key

yes.

i do believe the spoons will have more depth now that i have discovered the key.

it takes a while of gnawing over and again, laid out on white.

cloth that is given in charity.

shrouds the pain and indecisiveness, a clumsy word.

yes.

it is a rougher image, while all around are fighting.

shall i break the pattern this end, so

that some one may see that there is something else?

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we were friends

more than that with promises

that faded into silence.

i woke this morning the same,

a taste of autumn,

mists and biblical sheep

resting.

a new grave here,

a new grave near,

while all is growing,

there.

a cloud hangs in the valley

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hesitation

she suggested that i write a novel, when

i noted that she walked briskly to the post

box, dressed suitably.

i do not copy plagiarise

or write about my friends.

on consideration the issue i had with shampoo

may have started in my youth. she said soap

was good enough for me. i found it sticky and

told.

they decided on the children’s home as

if it was true regarding my worth.

last week i bought a pleasant blend, decanted

into a special bottle

like an elixir.

i also bought soap.

just now a helicopter flew low.

i saw the pilot.

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new world

cooler now,we have butter lumps,

goes on the toast in bumps

tweaking the crust.

will we then get thinner,

not die of fats, get ill with

some thing else? it will not

spread.

i have my first new cooker

ever; i shall make bread.

eat with a slice of butter.

there is a fan.

#october.

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monday

moving on from friday
we use running stitch
to catch the thread.

we use cloth to cover
all that is. comfortable.

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