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The Glowering Mists of Autumn
The Glowering Mists of Autumn
As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck
By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity
In a dangerous world without luck,
Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?
Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy
Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,
Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy
In the compa...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:06 am
Burning
English summers, often damp, can invoke long stifling twilights
Nothing landbound needlessly moves
Contrails crayon across the sky
So many, this close to London’s hub
Distantly, the buzz of a low plane, pleasure rider reaching up
Into the realm of the starlings as they sussurate
A car comes past in the lane droning away round the curves
Here the runway cross remains
The old...
Friday 26th May 2017 2:08 pm
Unknowing
Unknowing
ghost brother
ghost sister
twins
two years before
unable to fight anymore
they gave up their tiny breath
to history
she never spoke of them
in anything but love and memory
of what could have
should have been
never tripping
over regrets
at what came after
me
my brother
our family
they had names for th...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 5:01 pm
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