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it had gone, gone a long time ago i can’t remember how it went or why but i knew it … Continue reading i realise
it had gone, gone a long time ago i can’t remember how it went or why but i knew it … Continue reading i realise
you died, you sat there and died in front of me, eyes open, staring into space, mouth agape, colour draining … Continue reading resurrection
sunlight on rain reflects hundreds of years of sweat and toil of cloth traders travelling mile after mile to make … Continue reading rain reflections
this water tastes of barren, bleak moorland of sheep sheltering from hail, rain, snow and sleet, of the footsteps of … Continue reading water tastes of…
a land we dream of in sweaty anticipation of what we will and will not do planning our escape from … Continue reading tomorrow land
It’s May 2001. I’m feeling down, depressed. I go to the doctors for help for support. ‘What do you want … Continue reading At the doctors May 2001
stars called to them guiding them over bleak, black moors back to warmth and life Continue reading calling stars
a flake of snow falls under the winter sun slowly dropping from the cold tree branch a baby is born … Continue reading melting snowflake
At my poetry writing group last night the theme was ice. This poem started off as one thing and ended … Continue reading ice heart
watching people go by like rats in an overground sewer scurrying around searching for their next morsel of life Continue reading watching
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