Category: Poetry
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Is Dreaming a good idea…
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They say that we all have dreams, whether we remember them or not. When I was very young, I had the same dream repeatedly: I had to escape through all these metal poles that barred my way, but I never did. Looking back, this makes perfect sense, for my childhood was miserable, one I wanted…
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The Longing… #Poetry
I had great plans for the beginning of a new month, but somehow they haven’t materialised. Anita’s poem, from this time last year, sums up my state of mind this morning… Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay The Longing… Time steals your dreams, if you let it Hunger fills the hope of what once was Every evening brings…
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Cracking good progress from both of us!
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Although the snow didn’t last very long, it was obviously enough to trigger such enthusiasm over the weekend, and it felt wonderful to finally get cracking… I attacked the clutter on my desk first, then made a start on some of the outstanding projects. I worked on several posts, made inroads into the requirements for…
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January #BlogBattle: Familiar
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Things Remembered… I look at the world through eyes filled with fog Arms stretched; I search for something familiar Am I caught in a web? Is it one of my own makings Or by an unseen hand? My time ticks faster than the clock like slices of the past touching my mind A familiar scent,…
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The Tuesday Poem… #Poetry
Jaye’s Thoughts Is anyone’s life perfect? I often wonder about this when people watching. I have always watched people, wondering who they really are, how they really are. What secrets they keep hidden, even from themselves. I watch people I know well, too, even though I know most of their secrets. I see the pain…
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Time… a new poem from Anita… #Poetry
Time Time changes too much… I am still walking on cobbled streets Where the man lights the lamps at night, putting them out again in the morning Where the moon turned out larger than today Where men would doff their hats when a lady passes by Where courtships could take months before a kiss passed…
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Who will have the Last Laugh? #Poetry #StarryNight
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I came across this beautiful poem yesterday, and it suddenly struck me that I haven’t seen a starry night sky for some time. The first thing I blamed was the constant rain and all the clouds that seem to be a permanent feature these days. Then I realised that even on dry nights we are…
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Autumn Leaves…
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This phrase has been going round and round in my mind for the last few days. Probably triggered by seeing all my bonsai getting ready for their winter sleep. Their leaves are changing colour and will soon fall. I must force myself not to feel sad at this time of year, but it is getting…