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White Frame // Crushed Beads
The clouds were so strange that day
spilt powder over duck-egg veneer
a clandestine pincer and loose, flaking bough.
the hour the clocks stopped,
and the sea, through fence and fig-grove
breathed one last heavy overture,
(and there was much waving, and there
was solemn prayer, and repeat)
the shadows moved as warning signs
over verdant emerald mesh.
There I looked in ...
Sunday 16th April 2017 1:58 am
April 2017 Collage Poem: Greatness
Great poets inspire; we aspire to write only the adequate, the good;
Perhaps the funny or the emotional; and we are satisfied.
Are you the poor homeless beggar that was given
A good kicking by Paul?
Different people from all walks of life
Sharing their love of the written word
Swallowing our different realities
Confined in the rhythm of Thomas
And the dirtiness of Buko...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 6:19 pm
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