Stealing Inspiration

Stealing Inspiration 
Sometimes I dream 
of the foghorn near the docks 
whistling like a forgotten friend 
in your letterbox 
walking home from work 
after I had left for the last time, 
Remember the ringing of the last tram 
freezing  in the air 
like a photograph 
before breathing too quickly 
ain’t you glad you walked away? 
Sometimes I dream of 
the chime of the clock 
which freezes at mid-day someday 
weeping under spires 
and underneath dock boats, 
Dreaming of my heart 
tied up in chains 
instead of knots  
before I unpicked the lock 
and walked away without regret 
stealing inspiration from the sunset.  



(A short poem from The End of Summer due for release on

14/10/16 (

◄ Past Lives (A Series of journeys from past lives)

The End of Summer book new released ►


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 8th Oct 2016 16:51

Good one, Andy.

A real pleasure to see you at Word Central this week.

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