Cherry

The pencil sharpener

The Optician

My mother, always an embarrassment to me, takes me to the Optician. I am thirteen and have recently been unable to see the blackboard at school without squinting.

Halloween fishnets..

Halloween fishnets and a flash of spooks garters ruffling feathers,

Tomorrow Begets Another Tomorrow

Procrastination is the thief of time Postpone actions Relegate them to tomorrow Tomorrow begts another tomorrow Will be our woe Don't want to bring sorrow Action delayed Justice postponed

Poetic Liberty

M’lud I stand before you Contained within this dock The night I was arrested I can tell you Was a shock! Because? … I do NOT write in metaphors Because?… I say it as it IS

Search endlessly for this truth divine

Ghostly are blossoms conjured? Swirling paths remembered... On these petals shall we tread? Rise as though they never shed. On their pink ribbons, shall we glide?

Maven

Turn down the light, please, I find it hurts my eyes these days. I prefer the dark places, the windless places; the places not even dust can reach.

Mans' Burden

Man's burden is the sword, metaphorical or real, legal, political or steel There comes a time when diplomacy and negotiations have all come to nought, and right and wrong

My life of passion

To be more accurate my life has consisted of a series of passions. Putting them roughly in date order, my first love was sailing model yachts on the pond in my father’s back garden.

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