THORNS

  I climb trees to forlese the briar and catch the soil from this bird’s eye view, but my sight is not the same as sad sparrow so I cannot see if something is stirring in the rat race below and yet said sparrow can spot the worm before he enters up into the air […]

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UPSIDE DOWN

Day 10: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Happiness endless happiness harboured in holds of hope             hampers of harmony hampers of…             hampered happiness heaped under hammer             hindered happiness         and less happiness       […]

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STARDUST

  Stardust… the fallout from the flames, a nebulous of what was once known by names, now falling, through time and space, trailing dust, a trail of gentle dust in place of touch, in lieu of place, in lieu of hold and how we hold; tighter and stronger, longer, after, trying to hold a star, […]

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