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LADY WALKING
She walks a marathon distance each day,
passing people she has known for years
now unrecognizable, vague, like shadows.
She no longer engages with them,
struggling to distinguish between the faded faces.
She retraces each step, regardless of the weather -
always dressed for it. Back and forth.
The same handful of routes trodden in sequence.
The same street corner where she...
Monday 31st January 2022 10:16 am
Amnesiacs
Amnesiacs
Blue moods can lie
Or amplify truth
Colloid in regions of a soul
Blues gives reflections
Like broken mirrors
We live under the gaze of poets
Calling us to task
Whispering in our ear
To be unafraid
To subdue cheerful robots
To deliberate with happy slaves
To refuse to wear yokes of shame
A blue deep as purple leaves
Stains
What we suff...
Friday 14th October 2011 1:43 pm
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