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My stories

DE. Dec. 2003

You'll have to look hard to find the rhyme structure in this one. Spoken, you won't hear it, but matching up the lines in writing it's possible to see it. I had fun practices rhymes on this poem, rather than going for the musical effect of a good rhyme scheme, hence the weirdness. Written on a German exchange.

Disruption

I am endlessly reminded Of your malleable youth; Your petulant thumb Caught in the pout Of your bruised lips. Your writing slopes away, Angry twist...

After the war

A cloud of dust Settles On the land Like powdered diamond. The chink of armour Echoes Among the rocks; And the train's rhythmic Cough, cough Shakes...

To the beach

I stalked out to the beach, Slow-legged, weighted Equally with bucket and spade, And feeling sand trickle Into all the nooks of my sandals. I had a...

O dearest mole

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