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Bleed in the sink:
Mother’s midge-whine words
reverberate and ricochet
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Tread not warily
O soft one
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Be spare with promises,
circumspect: these prim and pretty
parcels of pledge
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It is clear
from the scuffed shuffle
shoulders askew
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So sad I cannot share the Spring
so sad so many dead brown leaves
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I would be your island
thrust high and steadfast strong
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There was never a birth
without some strain
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Midnight on the sun-terrace,
by Prestatyn’s shore, shiver slips to sweat
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Wire-walking again
high above it all
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We don't touch, though
there is no gulf between us
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The old familiar face
you saw before the night began
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Down Rock Lane at first light:
morning grey nudged away
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Spring. Deep sleep in the early hours
jarred awake by the creak-shriek of wood
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Flowers flaunt:
there’s no finesse
by meic
29 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 14 8:17 AM. In Nature
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Any more?
I need to know -
are there really any more cloddish cluckers
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Linger on, fine lady
leave your warm remembrance in my care
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Mother’s memories crackle, crystallise and coalesce
entangled in familiarity and days-end prayer
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scented geraniums, green and tangled:
distant heartaches, green and tangled
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How dare you, pest!
you are a guest
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I think that I should cultivate
an easier, lighter touch.
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See-saw
twinned, counterbalanced
you and I.
by meic
27 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 8 2:41 PM
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In case you didn't know
I've been inside your head
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The question you pose:
how I compose my party pieces
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