Monthly Archives: February 2017

scent

pyjamas from the line, rain rinsed. complimented. not mine really.

left by his estate, three quarters of an acre, where the washing dries.

on a good day or tumbled in bad weather. often it is milder here when

it rains. you can smell that too. most things have a scent, not always

nice. though.

particularly like early grey and burned toast, although there are now

warnings on the latter. with butter.

ashes of roses.

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glass

there is no replacement for mummy’s hammer or its official name.

i saw one of a different style today…

more gutsy, i laid it straight, removed the things for charity.

the boxes all looked very well. no dust.

none that i can see. phillip glass is eighty now, the hammer from 1930

or soon after.

the middle drawer.

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bruised

pirate gun, a toy from woolworths probably.

they said to put my eye to the sight and pull

the trigger.

no caps, yet the hammer caught my lip. swelling.

badly. water to my eyes.

nearly forgotten yet i find that something still

triggers

what is assumed a long forgotten memory,

bruising

“A bruise, or “confusion,” appears on the skin due to trauma”

aggravated note.
aggravated
ˈaɡrəveɪtɪd/
adjective

Law
adjective: aggravated

(of an offence) made more serious by attendant circumstances.
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#yellow

time is upon us, as he writes, fine dust from the fire, the old way.

we used to sit the rise and think of this. drive the evening hunting the blue flax fields . found and waded the poppies outside the dyke, worked the red thread. again. danced .

it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that, he said. does this mean it is spring now? it is such a pretty room. yellow.

down by where we park is a cement mixer, sometimes.

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sorry

there are no set ideas in this house upon the repetition of words. we are sorry that you cried.

it has been a good morning so far. with fried eggs on toast and the air. sorry that i was hopeless, even with clues.

there is a mist, a cloth, hanging, while i have seen so much. i forgot to ask about your trip. i had driven the mountain to see you, parked nicely, kissed your cheek, talked about the issues.

it all showed pride and i know

you have seen it too. raddled

face in mirrors, knowing that we

are all much the same. we move

on. on.

together.

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gentle

it has been so, so many years. dormant.

hurts and atrocities.

you did not know you said it.

did not remember.

did not mean it.

sixty years later, passed it forward

when you shouted. this is how

things go round.

for which i apologise.

hurts and atrocities.

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the end of january

darkness descends upon our houses.

watch it unfold as predicted. you

did not listen.

you said it will all be great again,

not that it ever was. now we watch

as darkness descends.

descends upon our houses.

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automatic

ceilings, automatic doors. tread carefully the red carpet.
watch. the landscapes quietly.

the

building where I lost myself, found one worn stair,

walled words on bravery.

we laughed at his phone vibrating the glass table,

automatically. there are no heros here.

just quiet and responsibility.

books bound in leather.

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crumbs

she orders a sonnet about modern tech

nology , some recent language urban

slang. wiki & googling helps while spellcheck

defeats nistakes . publishing on blurb and

lulu. gifs no issue. focus on taste.

.work. memes are impossible to pronounce.

denounce the pass it forward, copy/ paste.

why write verse when we can talk or announce

loudly.. save in my cloud to edit share

. no rhyme no more. no elizabethan

manner. we taps it clear. is with difficulty

keyboards sticky, some have no empathy

that I prefer old ways. yet computer

smart create in a more abstract manner

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graceful

run in parallel lines, find words have no control. the lake on the other hand, , padded , dark through medieval floating green. a day of shifting gravity, i wonder to slip

in gracefully,

after diving nicely

clear eyes ,

bound throat.

remember the cold ness of the day.

glow in groups of style and ease. now.

die back gracefully or be
trimmed?

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