praising all but the final inescapability

I thought determinedly

no more shall I contribute words

to romance, birds, or loneliness

or the breath taking displays

of sky reaching mountains.


Contented, no sooner do I sit on my laurels

than the bombardment

of brand new revelations begins


wonderfully irritated by excitement

I write and write and write

-about what?

about romance, and birds, and loneliness ecetera!


Oh! William Wordsworth! you and your daffodils!

what a great inspiration you are to me.


I'll settle down now in my minds literary warren

disregarding the exits

finding little surprises around every cranial corner


until I come across

the last irrefutable irrefusable one

horned, cloven footed

in that blacked-out cul-de-sac.   

◄ Bootleg Beckham's

cold impatience ►


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Wed 13th Mar 2019 14:50

A very much belated thanks to Grace Patricia and Stef.



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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 3rd Mar 2018 20:28

as long as one doesn't do one's brain cells any damage. Yes, it is addictive but it beats the crap out of booze and dope any day although there are those who depend on one or both of those to enhance their literary capabilities.

No prizes for guessing any of so many well-known names.
A well worked piece Mr Stolgard!

P&S xx

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Sat 3rd Mar 2018 16:28

a great brain exercising contagion indeed Martin.Thank you, Colin and Hadil for reading.

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Wed 28th Feb 2018 01:24

It is very nice and impressive

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Martin Elder

Tue 27th Feb 2018 22:47

yes I think it maybe a case of what Colin describes and compulsive poetry disease. Just keep writing I think we just can't help ourselves.
Nice one leon

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