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This is a collection of deeply serious and straight faced poetry.
This is not 
the notebook based ramblings of a copywriter who likes long words.
That would be silly. 
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Dogs In A Sunlit Park

​​Flying fur and joyous paws,

bringing fun to those outdoors.

Big and small and thin and fat,

who could help but smile at that.

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Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,

echoing barks off low park walls,

why take your lunch indoors?

When joy roams free on just four paws.

A Friend Remembered

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We had not talked for year on year,

but I thought to come and meet you here,

to ask to know of days I missed,

of friends estranged and lovers kissed.

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I thought to meet one warm spring day,

to share a drink and while away,

yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,

as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.

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Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,

expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,

for a friend like them,

I think I'll sit and wait a while.

Sunday​​

I'm gaming inexpertly,

all hands and no thumbs.

She's four blankets deep,

asleep with a dragon.

 

The air is warm with lamplight.

She sniffles, the nest shifting,

a hand appears, is clasped,

and fetches a smile.

 

It's Sunday and it's late, 

endings are catching trains,

but not for now,

minutes are forever yet.

Indulgence 12/04/23

Photographs Friendships shut in drawers, years stacked in fading film, who's that next to you? You won't name them. In this denial you...

Weeks Become Days 08/04/23

A Friend Remembered We had not talked for year on year, but I thought to come and meet you here, to ask to know of days I missed, of...

Silver Screen Darkness 28/03/23

Theatre Familiar scents, worn out chairs, scraping over scratched boards. Laughter, poured out like drinks, the show could begin forever....

Feedback 22/03/23

Feedback You're close, ambitious, one more push. You're dreaming, clueless, shooting at the moon. You're learning, independent, these are...

Flying 12/03/23

Airport Bar Morning or evening? Forget it, I'll ask my pint, we'll get to the bottom of this. Air Travel Sardines back in their tin,...

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