Poetry
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The Language of Us Before you, I walked at the edge of the group A straggler in strangers My life didn’t fit, held together with an unsafety pin I was made not to measure A bird not of a feather And my hesitant shadow held back Expecting never to be expectant, half a step Read more
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I caught a single piece of history A man assembling his thoughts like a Summer picnic You ran through the landscape like a chalkland stream Swimming bareclad through the jibs and jibes and jabbering You took photographs through the lens of your compassion And used words like needlepoint, stitching people into history Read more
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‘Comme ils disent’ ‘As they say’, and they did about us But we stepped to one side and let the dissenters pass We let the March become April and the thunder become light. Read more
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It was a year that didn’t stop for anyone but there will be another one along in a minute. Read more
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Somewhere, nowhere, everywhere Before the rise and fall of everything When the tilting storm clouds creased their foreheads And the world felt numb I searched for meaning in words and phrases like a dictionary compiler struck blind I couldn’t see for the eyes in front of me I couldn’t hear because there were too many Read more
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We were at peace with the poppies, whispering like moths wings on a perfect Sussex hillside Feeling the fairy stems caress our legs like a repeated yes, yes. Read more
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A poem about revolution inside and outside the heart. Read more
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Moment There was a New York moment An ice-splinter in a sheet of sunlight When without the aid of smart devices Using dumb mind trails and heartstrings We managed to connect Like two sparrowhawks circling the Downs Two wayfaring strangers caught in eye contact A brother and a sister separated at the orphanage The Read more
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No longer see straw men But the beauty of lovers Making hay while the sun shines. Read more
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