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wings, late summer
Blue mussel shell halves sea and sky, within shining nacre clouds water colours burst bloom, rainbows prism- prison free. Eight swifts rejoicing in...
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wall
We're the biggest stone in the wall but we don't sit straight, almost fall each time we ask why are we here? This is our free will, to feel fear yet...
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airmail from the amazon (august 2018)
surrounded by green everywhere I walk through Life, breathe leaf breath only the wind comes guiltless messenger of our destruction
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grass/july
Afternoon sun slants ghosts of gold bars through long shadow fingers. Green lush labyrinth layer on layer reaches, welcomes light. Stream's dark...
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18th June Woods and back
When sun rules the year and all frost's armies turned to mist long burned up like cold caution warm calm, balmy days come seeming ceaseless. Wearing...
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I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
Posted on Wed, 06 May 2020
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I find them scary, like hag fish. You describe their lives so well, particularly the mysterious revelation that compels them to go back to where they started
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"what you understand is
Posted on Wed, 06 May 2020
"what you understand is darkness" Powerful! Those first four lines are so sad. No possibility of nature v nurture
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covagants :0) Or is
Posted on Tue, 05 May 2020
covagants :0) Or is that mixing root languages?
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a feeling of glory, golden,
Posted on Mon, 04 May 2020
a feeling of glory, golden, then gone. Splendour is the word
Read full commentPosted in Canal Walk in Summer
"shoal-less silvered fish"
Posted on Sat, 02 May 2020
"shoal-less silvered fish" that's so scary/lonely, reminded me of in films when the tether breaks on a spacewalk. "silvered" makes it magic, and sad. And I love the alliteration! This line will be my mind-worm for today I think!
I...
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I find this too! People are
Posted on Fri, 01 May 2020
I find this too! People are more likely to smile and say something even than before, to make up for going round, or saying thankyou if I go round. And people talk in the queue outside shops, where before they would just go in. Maybe to make up...
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This is how I imagine being
Posted on Fri, 01 May 2020
This is how I imagine being in a bobsleigh, exhilarating and liberating, with the potential for terrible injury if the person it is about finds you out. Particularly liked
"she’ll squeeze your life
Til the dreams fall out"
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wow! what GORGEOUS
Posted on Wed, 29 Apr 2020
wow! what GORGEOUS alliteration!!!
I started copying and pasting bits, but it was basically the whole poem
love this
Read full commentPosted in Signs of Spring 11)
this is great, the insight,
Posted on Wed, 29 Apr 2020
this is great, the insight, the rhythm :
"When anger and resentment form the core, everything on top is window-dressing: the character is not believable, the traits of affection, generosity are badly carried off. I see this daily.
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That is intense observation.
Posted on Mon, 27 Apr 2020
That is intense observation.
The poem gave me the impression of the writer stuck at the bottom of a pond with something that has been there a long time and is sinking. The writer is stuck as if snagged on a piece of rusty metal, but he is...
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