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Way of words

The way of words directs ever onwards and discreet, stepping light and gingerly inviting time, a pace to keep, holding to the edges of gravelled paths and yet, wandering through shrubbery, tangled and ill kept.   Through the shadowed drift … Continue reading

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Words Too (2)

Words wandered,waiting, wallowing,winding, wistfuland forlorn. Drifting, dancing,simpering, sighing,dying beforethey’re born. Settled, sorrowed,devastated,draped on bitter, sullen soil. Never known,cannot be held,chains of fatehold tight. Frozen grief aspillowed ice wheremind is trapped – distraught!

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Words

These words were drawn from heart and mind revealing, the substance of the love I felt for who you were, and yet they were rejected, in mid-flight, like broken birds; crippled feathers, dropping dusted onto barren earth. How sad they … Continue reading

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Forget what I said

Forget what I said for it is just words revealed,and revealing that which must be denied,for there is no place for such whisperings,or truths, in the shadowed hauntings of time,where who you are and where I am describe,deep and abiding … Continue reading

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Sticks

I find a lot of modern poetry is just word contortion and pretentious prattle. I thought I would give it a go and just let words dribble where they may in experimental fashion. But this is not what I call … Continue reading

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communicate

Communicate does hold the floor and dictate to the dance, to demonstrate and deviate; so truth will have no chance. The minuet is managed well, the words are neatly spaced,  and yet there’s nothing really said; connection can’t be traced.

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Voice

Words were slow collated, ordered, listed, shown, dropped and surely gathered; message could be known. In the moments shuffling, voice did try to speak, huddled in loud chaos; little could be seen. Words were slow collated, ordered, listed, shown, dropped … Continue reading

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My mother and words

My mother and I both smash our words, as we try to speak, pressed close against our windowed worlds. We see each other clearly, but each is barely heard. No-one is prepared to break the glass. My head aches from, … Continue reading

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Words

There is a dance within each offered word, no matter if the sounds are ever heard, for even in the writing is ensured, a message carried surely to its birth. Hidden, silent waltz of word does bring, an energy to … Continue reading

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If we are to live free

    Listen to the pressure, where orders smoke impossible, to scare of what might be; cause fear as life just happens. To climb the voice of reason, to risk all you can be, is what the angels ask of … Continue reading

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