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Monthly Archives: February 2013
Update on my children’s book soon to be published.
I thought I would give an update on the progress of my children’s book ‘Krystal Bull Rain Dancer’, which is being published this year by Little Devil Books. The final edit was finished a few days ago. I have been … Continue reading
Spring is in the air!
Spring’s Message. Winter’s coat is cast aside and spring erupts again, with yellow nodding head, and blackbird’s sweet refrain. Soft sweet scents fill the air, every bough wears a crown. Faces shine with hope and joy, gone is winter’s dark … Continue reading
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A poem.Forever love.
Forever, love Love reaches from all sides, but like a vacuum mine is no more. To share a soul, ‘Never!’ she cried. And still it lingers on. Your face no more will dance with mine, your hands of tortured clay … Continue reading
Messages much missed
Messages Much Missed (After T. Hardy) Oh, how I miss you, texting me, texting me, my phone now lies silent and dead. You were my everything, all to me, all to me, as from the very first day that we … Continue reading
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Poem. The Lie.
The lie I remember that day and still feel the rage. The details were on every front page. Thirty years marriage, all a lie. I wanted to curl up and die. And it was down to me to tell our … Continue reading
A poem. Take my life.
Take my life, as it is. Here, wrapped. It’s a gift. Comes with heart, young but old. Seen pleasure known pain. Been broken, Now whole again. Take my life It’s all yours. Rich in love, this insured. Unto death, and … Continue reading
My auntie is 102 years old!
Photo of my aunt with my cousin and his sons. She was 102 a few weeks ago. And a poem on how to live to a ripe old age! How to live longer. Today it’s honey, Yesterday it was red … Continue reading
A poem Floating
Floating Sometimes I float above myself lying in bed, see the dust on top the book shelf, the cobwebs in the corners of the coving. Beneath me my body is a discarded shroud. I enjoy the floaty feeling, the freedom. … Continue reading
A poem Via Dolorosa
Via Dolorosa. ( Wootton Bassett) It’s right on cue the rain again almost as though it was ordained to underline with further gloom the passing of these souls too soon. The tenor bell tolls its tribute, as hearses edge along … Continue reading
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