MOTOR AND MOVEMENT 

    Man or machine; stable steel or fragile filigree, spinning through space, through this space, life the length of a thread; never knowing how deeply the spool is wound. Man or machine, we motor and move, we spin tales and cross lanes looking for the link, the correct cog to coil around, to lighten […]

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TO LINGER LONGER, MAYBE…

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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THE NEW LOOK

Day 29; National Poetry Writing Month 30 Days/30 Poems #NaPoWriMo I am that fine line that divides what is feminine from what is futuristic. That fine line that flushes the fabulous out of the fickle. The reflection of what once was incased in something else and might one day be called another new look. All […]

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BALLOON

  Balloon, the balloon, see the balloon… see thoughts float through space, meander through the mind, wild thoughts, drifting thoughts, black thoughts, orange thoughts, thoughts arriving unannounced, uninvited, unaware of the current climate, thoughts that rise like balloons on silent streets on sleepy Sundays in the suburbs to shock and surprise (though if no one […]

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STARTING OVER

First day, first frost, fragile steps, crisp blanket under foot on grass like glass. Crisp air, slow movements susceptible to change, to ticking time, travelling through like the snow flakes on sturdy shoots above warmer roots Fine day for starting out, finding freshness in the unforeseen, favouring the future on lists that never linger long, […]

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PAUSE AND POISE

  Running through time, through time that can never be tempered, through twisting trees and projected paths, projecting thoughts yet to be pondered, through mornings unfolding while seasons fall to winter and wither for a while all around me, crisp carpets crinkle with what was once light and leafy but are now scattered sprinkles of […]

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FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

  We are but fickle fellows, like feathers that blow at the beckoning of the breeze and know not where we land. We are the folly of fluttering fancies; a collection of coincidental connections that we cannot create, keep or control. I found you once in a far flung field and fought to find the […]

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FRAGILE BEAUTY

Fragile beauty Caught in the garden, Flickerings of ruby red Tenderly unraveling From garlands of green Amid a day Named ordinary. It is the fairest pleasure, The simplest suggestion of perfection, Nature unearthing itself Onto the world And yet It is the easiest To crush- A cry of crimson Carelessly caught In the chaos Of […]

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CINQUAIN FOR SORROW

We hold On so tightly To so much of the past That it can make the future seem So far… We are What we make us But we are fragile folk Frequently falling too far from Our fate…

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