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an orchard’s lament
Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
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Monday 14th July 2025 9:40 pm
play by replay
You think I don’t still feel it?
The echo never left.
It’s in the light that spills
across the floor like we used to—
chaotic, accidental, warm.
Yes, I heard every word
you didn’t mean and the silence
that swallowed what we couldn’t say.
Time doesn’t rewind, but it replays.
Not in full—just flashes.
Your laugh— like a match
right before the burn.
I wish we’d argued soft...
Monday 14th July 2025 2:05 am
seasonalities
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in there somewhere was goodbye
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~ imPRESSions ~
Wednesday 2nd November 2022 10:06 am
a father myself
An image of a prior poem written many years ago whilst in a playful but meditative mood. Kevin's recent post reminded me of this one and now am sharing it for all to enjoy.
~ imPRESSions ~
Tuesday 4th October 2022 6:47 am
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