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Tim

A singer / songwriter brought back to mind by a meeting with friends…thanks Holly. My tribute.

Tim

Vietnam heroin
changed his life,
held in thrall… 27 more words

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Hear The Dance

Background music,
‘for company,’
to me, that is
–cacophony–

But listen,
really listen,
hear the words,
feel the melody, impact, rhythm:
heart bursts,
eyes shine, 14 more words

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Familiar

Potatoes:
first earlies, small and new,
later ones stored for the winter.
Clay and earth
turned to tilth,
rough handled spade
leaves splinters.
Apples ripen… 76 more words

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Earache

A poem for two voices – remembering a trip to the Canary Islands at this time of year :)

Earache

‘Oh! My ears hurt. My ears hurt. 278 more words

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Faintly Curled

Four raven wings
framed by the pale
of dawn mist sorrow
swoop from the tower,
troop over lawns
watching prancing unicorns
paw the ground,
kick up sweet-smelling dust… 67 more words

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Bubbles

In grandma’s kitchen
a fragrant green slab;
white lathered baby
walks
atop wooden slats,
clean scent rises
from Belfast sink,
a block of Fairy
foam pops to form rings… 7 more words

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Bones Under A Bridge

Tiny pile of bones
under a bridge
you were found out;
talked to the hawk,
or a murder of crows.
Maybe your first love,
the one that found you… 45 more words

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