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The Lawn, his garden
was his true love
and showed the signs
of his deterioration
as he slowly lost himself
and lost the lawn as well,
creosote soaking the soil
leaving him with bare patches
when he tried to protect the fence.

I still do not tread
on his ( Read more... )

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Visiting Hours

It’s not as sterile as it should be
sitting on the bottom step
of the first floor,
you’re waiting and you notice
the dust and dirt,
it should bother you but it doesn’t,
there are other things to think about
and it’s not like before,
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The sea both thrills me, and panics me,
calms and confuses me,
soaks me and I suffer,
but the sea brought me home.

In the city I followed
the course of the canal
far through the grey,
failing to find any life.

Desperate and drowning
I drove to the edge ( Read more... )

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Valleys

I’ve created valleys
on my skin,
dips and troughs
in flesh of my arm
deep as all hell
shallow to the eye
barely bumps to the touch,
an electric shock when touched.

I’ve created mountains,
hills, rivers, footpaths,
train-tracks I cannot follow,
a ( Read more... )

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You can feel lonely
while surrounded by beauty
getting lost in a landscape,
painting, or portrait,
without any understanding
of what you’re seeing,
as if the canvas is blank.

People assume I’ve an identity,
a name, sex and address,
a home, and hope that ( Read more... )

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Okay, so a sestina is waaaaaaay too complicated for me to explain, but every stanza has to have the six key words finishing the lines in each of the six stanzas in a certain order (I made a table of mine) and then finishes with an envoy of three lines ( Read more... )

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The Haunting Of Butterflies

Butterflies haunt me now
remind me only of death,
on soft wings and light steps.
My own fault,
I made it this way,
wrote lines, embraced beauty,
until it all fell away,
became death and disaster,
one way or another.
So carve ( Read more... )

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Brief Moments

For brief moments, it’s not true,
a black band will not do,
will not cement the reality.
It’s not supposed to be like this,
they bowed, and I cried,
‘it’s not supposed to be this way’.

No one made me laugh harder,
I couldn’t breathe then,
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Continuing with the sleeping theme (or lack of sleep theme) here is my villanelle.

Weak

Slumber makes me weak
but insomnia no stronger
I crave the in between.

I sleep, and my mind is a twist and jerk
of imagination, and events long over.
Slumber makes ( Read more... )

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