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Poetry Space Winter Showcase

Lovely news this morning.  Just heard that my poem, 'Minced Lies' has been selected by poet, Di Coffey, to appear in the Winter Showcase of publishing house, Poetry Space Ltd. 

You can see the ten poems chosen by Di Coffey HERE.  Go and have a look.

Have a great weekend everyone.

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Romance

Just like a flower

our love 

blooms in the summer

and dies in the winter.

With nothing but memories left to show

what once stood tall,

has now

fallen.

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Snow Flake

You come and you go

astressed with the trade winds

Tiny ghost dancer

flows to my head

clear and timed

tastes of sparkling ciders melt in my eye

attempting to leave no trace

I hold the proof of our a-cult

reforming love 

vitalizing movements seize life

breath exits as I consumed you

as glass inherits my soul 

timed and clear

breakable in an extraterrestrial se...

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The Winter Light

How is it so beautiful, winter?
When I look around outside,
I'm reminded how precious the light,
The smiling sun letting me know
The joy in the white of the snow,
And the blessing of time, and open eyes;
How precious the light in this time of year.

 

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Cold at the Pump

Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,

My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,

The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
When all...

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Winter Storm Stories

 

 

Under an old quilted blanket, starbursts of autumn colors,

We sat, listening to unembellished stories of the past

 

In the light of mismatched candles placed on flat surfaces,

Throwing occasional shadows to dance on the walls

 

With a cadence that matched the tempo of her voice

And swept us away to a time when water was fetched.

 

It was winter both inside and ...

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