catherine poarch
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Café verse | Parson Thru | 2 | 9 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Mist | samhennig | 4 | 9 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Fernundaling | catherine poarch | 10 | 9 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Happy New Year, Mr. Trump | hudsonmoon | 4 | 9 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Fog! | Rhiannonw | 4 | 9 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Button Moon | Lavenderlooms | 1 | 9 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Ladenbox | catherine poarch | 6 | 9 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Foxed | catherine poarch | 5 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Love Song to the Universe (Poetry Monthly) | Philip Sidney | 10 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Little Ingland. 1: Histry | Philip Sidney | 19 | 9 years 6 months ago |
| Story | District Line ( London competition) | torscot | 18 | 9 years 6 months ago |
| Blog entry | Bee's Journey. Sad News | insertponceyfre... | 30 | 9 years 6 months ago |
| Story | A refugee | celticman | 9 | 9 years 7 months ago |
| Story | It is Written | Ewan | 2 | 9 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Into the Marvellous | Ewan | 6 | 9 years 8 months ago |
| Story | All We Need | catherine poarch | 10 | 9 years 8 months ago |
| Blog entry | EMAIL NOTIFICATIONS | insertponceyfre... | 7 | 9 years 8 months ago |
| Story | I Drift | Ewan | 3 | 9 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Painting the Homeless Godly | Silver Spun Sand | 18 | 10 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Welsh/English Waters Mix | Rhiannonw | 12 | 10 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Doubt is my mistress | lavadis | 16 | 10 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | This Isn't a Dummy Run... | Silver Spun Sand | 16 | 10 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Result! (part 1) | Bee | 32 | 10 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Guy Pushing Big Issue | Silver Spun Sand | 8 | 10 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Digging Up The Sun | well-wisher | 4 | 10 years 2 months ago |
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Still Falling
The leaf breaks and falls, drifts on a lilt of air and falls again, down decades of green light and bounteous rain, still falling…. sweet as a kite,...
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Rhinoceros Head
My mind is full of rhinoceros words. They move through the long, dry grass with a monster tread and paw with an angry snort at the ground in my head...
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Camel Crusade
Out of the rising of the sun, in single file across the desert plains, three travellers with burdens on our backs and golden charms that jangle on...
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Mountains
the mystery of the fallen mountain
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Savioured
Sally O’ Malley had one silly folly that kept her from doing her job. For years she had swooned and her heart had ballooned at the vision of Porcupine Bob.
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I liked the shape too. It's
Posted on Fri, 24 Apr 2015
I liked the shape too. It's almost symmetrical but the slightly thicker end reflects the build up. And the thinest bit, the middle, hinges on the but! It's great when you don't plan a shape but it has a life of its own. It makes me think of my...
Read full commentPosted in My Other Life is
Real nightmare words, well
Posted on Wed, 01 Apr 2015
Real nightmare words, well written. I didn't guess the end and then of course had to go back and reread. I felt the thing about keep talking was very strong, that thing that keeps your mind above the water, to use words, communicate, reason with...
Read full commentPosted in Walk About a Bit
There seem so many
Posted on Sat, 03 Jan 2015
There seem so many similarities between birth and death. I always find that comforting, to be honest. This is a beautiful poem.
Read full commentPosted in Epiphany
Brilliant. It starts in one
Posted on Fri, 28 Nov 2014
Brilliant. It starts in one place and then goes somewhere I didn't expect and ends up with this terrible loneliness of the wild geese flying, but in that those last few words there's some feeling of stillness.
Read full commentPosted in Only Silence Speaks the Language of Birds
I'm definitely with the last
Posted on Wed, 01 Oct 2014
I'm definitely with the last stanza too. Some beautiful sense of continuity in those lines. Maybe what makes them so effective is the almost matter of fact opening? A bit like keeping a log. It's obviously struck a chored, must be one of those...
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This is intriguing which I'm
Posted on Sat, 13 Sep 2014
This is intriguing which I'm not sure I've spelt right? And original. I like the structure, with the spaces in between. Loads of lovely descriptions, it wants to be read again. And the last two lines are great!
Read full commentPosted in The most beautiful morning
Likewise. I liked the bit
Posted on Fri, 12 Sep 2014
Likewise. I liked the bit about the strong spirit in the frail body. That strength won't leave you.
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I wondered if your memory of
Posted on Sun, 02 Feb 2014
I wondered if your memory of it is the same now that you have put it into words? I love all the small detail you put into your poems and how those small things can trigger a memory and one leads to another. I liked it a lot but for some reason...
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Hello. I had to go for a
Posted on Tue, 22 Oct 2013
Hello. I had to go for a quick log in to say what a glorious read this is. NOt quite sure what a jibberwak is, sorry, but I could see the night clearly and the words like a voiceover moving through it. I loved the long sentences and the bizarre...
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