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Robert Davies

Updated: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 07:21 pm

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I'm not very good at sleeping, so I write poems instead.


Untitled Tears The topaz rain mangled her Dark, writhing hair Into knots, so unbreakable They resembled, teenagers experiencing Their first tastes of love. Tormented coloured clouds argued, Fought and cried abover her, As she stood naked and alone, Surrounded by stone tablets, Bearing names of hearts she buried. And now, alone, she yearns to be buried Amongst them.

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 18th Jan 2012 06:05

A warm welcome to WOL Robert. Interested to see that you have done local radio work. I'm giving this a go myself. Hope you enjoy exploring WOL.

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Mike Hilton

Tue 17th Jan 2012 16:28

Loved this poem Robert. Straight away it gives you a feeling of wanting to paint the picture.
Great stuff!


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Michelle Marie Clarke-Campbell

Tue 17th Jan 2012 15:02

hello there (untitled tears is beautiful and painful equally.... 'they resembled teenagers experiencing their first taste of love'... WOW, that's deep).

i really like your first piece, hope to read more in the future.


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