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Times Past or Past Times
My writing class was given the task of writing biography/autobiography. a suggestion was to write it through the eyes of a childhood toy or pet. This is my attempt, not sure if it works but it is just the intro.
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Starry, Starry Night
Silence encompassed the village. Faint trails of wood smoke wound a sinuous way up into the cloudless night sky. The heavens a soft velvet blue with...
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New Brooms
I hate these does. ‘Bonding’ he calls them. ‘Gives us a chance to meet socially and interact.’ He’s full of crap! Look at him, new designer suit,...
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A Flake of Your Life
A writing class exercise, how music can influence writing! I enjoy Saturday evenings. The end of the week and the chance to try out a new recipe. I...
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The Finishing Touch
The mirror was cracked and smeary. Some of the lights around its edge flickered as though trying to send some sort of Morse Code message. Jules...
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Lovely Tina.
Posted on Sat, 30 May 2015
Lovely Tina.
So much feeling packed into a small space.
Just before he died I bought my father a Yorkie bar, he never did eat it and it stopped in my mother's fridge for ages. Then one day she said you'd better eat it. I took it...
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This is really wondrous and
Posted on Wed, 11 Mar 2015
This is really wondrous and truly beautiful. I cannot pick which bits I like best. Should it be 'overhead a skylark..' Whatever the rest of the line makes me truly jealous, lovely. Eggnog sunlight , corrugated fields.
Your poem is as...
Read full commentPosted in The Myth of Narcissus
'If I were a poet I'd find
Posted on Mon, 23 Feb 2015
'If I were a poet I'd find the words.' there you have it Tina, you are indeed a poet and a very good one.
So sad and full of loss, as always lovely images to savour.
Lindy
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This is so beautifully
Posted on Thu, 22 Jan 2015
This is so beautifully described and you make it come to life, except for the poor gull.
With the young you I was hoping that it was not really dead.
A nice thought provoking comment to end.
Lindy
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This builds up so well,
Posted on Tue, 28 Oct 2014
This builds up so well, skipping along with menace.
Lindy
Read full commentPosted in Malingee the Bush Ghost (I.P.)
As always Tina you get down
Posted on Thu, 09 Oct 2014
As always Tina you get down to the very simple, 'a moth's kiss', 'phantom moons, 'sanguine dawns' and manage to produce something exquisitly complex and extremely moving.
Lovely.
Lindy
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A holiday to treasure and
Posted on Sat, 30 Aug 2014
A holiday to treasure and with so many photos, and words to preserve it.
I wonder were there many more after that one.
Sad but with a great deal of joy.
Take care.
Lindy
Read full commentPosted in Holiday letter to Jess
Lovely, and full of love. You
Posted on Mon, 18 Aug 2014
Lovely, and full of love. You manage with few words to bring her to life for a moment.
When my mother died I used to phone the number, knowing there'd be no reply. We inherited her cockatiel, thinking we'd find him a good home, he stayed...
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You have the knack of writing
Posted on Tue, 12 Aug 2014
You have the knack of writing about tragedies in your life without being mawkish.
Your choice of words and phrasing are very good.
'like a beacon at sea warning of rocks ahead' so descriptive, as is the last sentence.
Lindy
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Tina,
Posted on Sat, 26 Jul 2014
Tina,
The ordinary, everyday life of young mothers culminating in tragedy. The comparison, and simplicity of the whole poem is wonderful.
Brought tears.
Take care
Lindy
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