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Dry
I hear the clouds form into a foul storm,
Outdoors soaking into an endless Ocean,
I’m smoking as the blessed showers pour,
There will be no stepping out the door,
Forever more, dryer than ever before.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:34 am
DAMP 1
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. ...
Thursday 24th November 2011 1:00 pm
Knots
Knots
We have to think
about where to put
our hands.
They fumble under tables,
or rest very casually on
the table, courageously spread
across the middle as if to show
just how normal you
want it to feel.
The tea is greasy,
and you concentrate
on stroking the condensation
from your glass
of orange juice.
The cur...
Sunday 6th November 2011 12:52 pm
She Stood thin and very Straight
I was at a MIND writing class today in Macclesfield given, 5 minutes to write about a line from a book here is what I came up with
Tall and slender, looking from the window,
the sun rose across the sky, a mesmerising enchanting lulaby,
awaking her senses breathing new life into the day.
Yet it was broken by the crash of thunder, the smash, last, the rain whipped aga...
Thursday 8th September 2011 4:46 pm
Wishing For Rain
Now with added audio (felt better read).
Wishing For Rain
She spent that week,
Wishing for rain.
Every morning that
Same,
Brown,
Grass,
Reaching towards her.
But a dry week
Of flat-packs
And quick pick-me-ups
From a garden sale,
Hid the hate.
An attempt to resuscitate
The happy days of swing
Seats, and...
Tuesday 24th May 2011 2:09 am
Rain in the Summertime
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Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.
Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .
In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into ...
Friday 4th February 2011 9:53 am
Two in the Rain
`
two joined, separated
a brother now one
and his brother's friend
a friend that loved
filled that emptiness
that hearth and home
could not mend
one fateful day
their ways crossed
to wayward wend
what tears run streaks
on your redded cheeks
why the furtive pulse
in your eyes it shows
...
Monday 3rd January 2011 2:38 pm
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