The silences within

I choose to go therewhere the sunbeams dance andthe light cascades through your hair. in the streams,even if I dream of streamsthe diamonds shine in your eyes. In the Autumn of my timethere are no clocks herenone can chime, but I choose to go there…

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More reflections

I couldn’t see me in the mirror, the mirror didn’t think I was there. I saw life through the etchings on easels and watched days that saw more than I could. Maybe the mirror reflects what is missing and what is missing appears to be me, should I stand here to wonder and stare or…

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That Sunday

Wake yawn stretch, I should have taught Fido to fetch the coffee. Sunday, limber up to hunker down to sing those praises and him in the crown on the cross, is, they say the boss. Well it’s a grey day like someone who painted by numbers couldn’t count beyond the rainbow, she wants more tea,…

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Set squares

  The pantomime and the pantograph, that time we drew the picture of a laugh   oh memory spare me from the folly of remembering.   I called unclean and the bell rang, but the birds still sang purely for the joy of it.   We can retrace those steps like pages in a book…

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