Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Storm

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The storm is keeping me awake; the dogs, discordant tuning forks, and the whine of lost souls in the electricity wires. To...
Saturday, October 27, 2018

Encounter

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When she gave me her hand, I was instantly struck by the elegance and grace of her movement. Her hand was slender and magnificently ...
Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Sometimes it takes a long time to see the real person

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In sickness there was only you       light as a feather; relieved of the weight of position and pride; neither bluff nor brashn...
Friday, October 19, 2018

She came to test me.*

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Did her hair flow bright as honey down her back?   Was the  wild  rose  the blossoming of her cheeks ?   Or ,  was her...
Saturday, October 13, 2018

Blue-veined old hands :

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I never saw them coming till they were spread bleak as the limbs of Winter trees across vacant heavens. When I said I love...
Tuesday, October 9, 2018

New Poem

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I have set myself up to write a poem and am sitting set before the screen and
Saturday, October 6, 2018

Forgetting

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Mosaic of sunlight, gold and russet leaves; becalmed now in memory loss. A moment: another leaf falling with a sound that ...
Monday, October 1, 2018

The Stars

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The stars are tossed across the drumlins of the sky. I am looking to see the road you’ve taken And I think I see it, and  you; And...
Saturday, September 29, 2018

Once by the Sea

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Once I sat by the sea around midnight with too much drink in my gut, watching the play of tide and moonlight crash into a crescent...
Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Slow-Moving Clouds

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Slow moving clouds never ran away with love, but left lovers dreaming in their wake. The sky is where the hearts of lovers roam, s...
Saturday, September 22, 2018

The baby in the tree

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It's surprising where ideas come from. There  was a white carrier bag snagged high in a tree on Leinster Road.          The ba...
Monday, September 17, 2018

The “Incredible Unsung Success”

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Success was assured with the billions of dollars I collected from my legions of followers. And knowing there’d be tremendous a...
Friday, September 14, 2018

When you pass

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written with Karen McManus in mind. When you pass, cups miss mouths, ladders slip, buckets crash down, cars veer, cyclist...
Monday, September 10, 2018

In that love

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Love made us lighter than air; we careered, wheeled and banked above the town. Curved like quarter moons, we fitted into each ot...
Friday, September 7, 2018

Jimi

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These jets Thrill, the notes Sear. Arc of teeth Bite my ears, bleach the Sickles Senseless.