Inklings
By D G Moody
These are all my short poems.
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Dad
A vivid childhood memory. My father was a coal miner who'd had a hard life, and along the way he missed out on expressing emotions.
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Inklings
Inklings. A random selction of thoughts from my jotter, on a theme.
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Mr Smith
This came out of nowhere; but I imagine it was Stevie Smith's influence.
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The taste of the Apple
A Short reflection on how we percieve the world around us (Image courtesy of Tom Franz from Wikimedia Commons)
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Allhallows
The church clock strikes the midnight hour, and the children now have long gone home; with their costumes folded and put away, Halloween is passing...
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The River
An older poem I've dusted off; having reflected on what Jack commented on my last poem. It is the age old question - what constitutes us? This poem comes as close to the Buddhist view as I can manage; and of course there may be another truth. (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
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White Doves
I like miniature poems, just a few lines, which I find satifying; and my mentor here is Samuel Manashe (collected poems available on Bloodaxe) I could wish for a smidgin of his talent. (image courtesy of Uruburos on Pixabay)
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