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a sigh, verbally-breathed
There was a time
when you used to confide in me
shared the innermost stirring of your heart;
when you used to feel safe in me,
entrusted what others couldn't hear out loud.
There was a time
when we were close enough,
nourished a friendship pure and free;
when nothing outside bothered,
heard the fellowship of the soul.
There was a ti...
Friday 18th July 2025 11:47 am
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
seasonalities
Friday 4th November 2022 9:37 am
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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