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Escape? - haiku

Distant sunlit hills
beguile me with their beauty
when storm clouds gather


Dried Up

My sea of words
ebbs and flows.
Today my tide is out
the grey sand is dry,
and though ideas float on
the offshore breeze… 44 more words

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Dead Head

Captive in a comfy chair
in the resident’s lounge,
she serves me bitter coffee
with watery milk.
Not the way I like it.

The others stare absently… 169 more words


Stood up in the Sixties

I waited there at Kensington Tube
My skinny teenage legs
framed by lemon yellow hotpants
and cute matching socks

chin up and posing
the cheap and cheerful… 82 more words


Anthropomorphism #1

Oh I’d like to be a spoon
canoodling with my chums
laying in the kitchen drawer
bums to shiny bums

I’d be used to scoop up ice cream… 71 more words

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Self Portrait

The rebellious brush drops blobs of paint
speckling my masterpiece with muddy colour.
Perspective lost, I rip the canvas
I didn’t like the picture anyway… 64 more words


August Afternoon

The sun has given way to
a gunmetal sky that brings
a strengthened wind
cooling the air and agitating
the leaves on the summer trees… 74 more words

Is It Poetry?