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rivers
rivers revered as liquid addresses for deities of equilibrium or sea pulled palaces of wet welded into muscled power, sprung from a shell of stone...
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Present
Today's gift wrapped in light. Birdsong as foil ribbon unspools, bright slipping trills tying time together. The woods' snowdrops have come! Beside...
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relay
Almost the same length as his bed. Taller than me since last year. Knows more than I will. What can I tell him? Listen. If there are no words, wait...
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comfort and joy (another go at this)
beside a garage the magnolia grew in grace, still-dance of slender curves, smooth grey stem arcs, loose laced, spacing light. Buds slept - tight...
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woods, late
walk in the company of streams through chill evening, day's ash, grey shadows clot into understanding night a deer starts awake, hastens to hide life...
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A terrible memory to be
Posted on Tue, 14 Jan 2020
A terrible memory to be carrying in you. I can only echo Insert and Rhiannon? I hope your shoulder stops hurting. I know what it's like to be near the bottom. The important thing is to find your choices, to know you are where you are because you...
Read full commentPosted in The policeman sat in the armchair
"Stars seeded"
Posted on Thu, 15 Nov 2018
"Stars seeded"
"they passed taxis, night buses, lonely punters stumbling on the long walk home."
"the Firth of Forth moving in glittering sheets below them. The bridge lights were reflected in the dark water as if a row of...
Read full commentPosted in Aura (19)
I love the hugeness of your
Posted on Sun, 22 Sep 2019
I love the hugeness of your poem, the importance of what is happening for you. I hope your new world fulfills all your dreams
Read full commentPosted in New World
what a great metaphor for
Posted on Wed, 19 Jun 2019
what a great metaphor for aging
We walked the plateau
Flat and scattered green
But now in this desert scape
Dragging our bags behind.
Pink is a halfway colour, isn't it? Unthreatening, which is why it's so scary...
Read full commentPosted in My Favourite Colour's Changed
You've conveyed all your
Posted on Tue, 12 Mar 2019
You've conveyed all your feelings brilliantly, specially how jobs are seen as defining people, so not having one makes a person a blob. And yet not having a specific shape/a slot to fit into, makes you able to go anywhere, the possibility of...
Read full commentPosted in Last Week I Lost My Job (Rimus Dissolutas)
BRILLIANT!!!
Posted on Wed, 20 Feb 2019
BRILLIANT!!! This is absolute magic :0)
love "pale posy bunches" "coin wings" Wow! "seed-bulge" perfect . Also "far beyond their leafing"
well, all of it, really!
Insert, i wasn't sure what the trees across the road...
Read full commentPosted in The fruit of the elm
Very interesting to read his
Posted on Fri, 02 Feb 2018
Very interesting to read his story. I only really knew of him from hearing an interview about how by the time they let working class people into Oxford it was so dummed down there was no point going there, and that the elites never accepted him...
Read full commentPosted in Les Rowse, Philippe and I
You are quite right Tom, it's
Posted on Sun, 17 Sep 2017
You are quite right Tom, it's just a collection of nature scenes. It's just that I realised that someone from centuries ago could have seen them, too. And while I think of the wood as a beautiful place to go and see the sun and hear the birds....
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Even though your thoughts are
Posted on Tue, 18 Feb 2020
Even though your thoughts are wrapped up in metaphors of birds these poems are so raw. I feel like I am getting to know your emotional state like seeing birds flick between leaves. It seems rude to read them
Read full commentPosted in Gila Woodpecker
I really admire the way last
Posted on Sat, 15 Feb 2020
I really admire the way last words in the lines stand out, as with - wild, hurled, and the alliteration of wind and wild. I feel my throat opening like the sky as I read it, to make the long vowel sounds in my mind. Would be a great one to hear...
Read full commentPosted in Storm
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