Where You Begin
The first time
Is a pin prick
To unstitch
Your skin
To feel yourself
Begin
You search your being
You are it:
Coursing through yourself
The second time
You search inside
A stranger
Behind the corner shop
You find where he begins
Adrenaline!
But come back,
Stinking of rot
Void of thought
To feel what?
What are you searching for?
To begin ag...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 10:30 am
Bemused Rumination
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Forget
the balm of barometric exuberance.
This night
no longer young, dissipates.
Recall
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
Yesterdays
revive severed umbilical dreams.
Peruse
the present with fleeting acumen.
Today
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.
Ignite
the kindling of autumnal reticence.
Perhaps
genial kindnesses shall spring.
Tuesday 14th December 2010 12:52 pm
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