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On the Towpath (II)
Every piece strewn Where difficult to retrieve Rubbish placed with care . n.b. In Walsall the mess of litter is hard to avoid. It is distressing to think that some people make such an effort to dump their rubbish in places other than the municipal dump. It is shocking to see how much waste has… Read more
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On The Tow Path
Wonder what happened? Woman super-hero down! Help her! Help? Help who? . n.b. I saw this plastic doll’s head trodden into the towpath on Sunday. Was it there because a local girl ripped the head off the toy and screamed in frustration, “I don’t need to take my 21st Century rôle models from some bloke… Read more
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On a Duck’s Back
Light as water drops That spill from well-preened feathers Your words hurt me not CLP 23/03/2019 Read more
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On the March
Where has this month gone? I’ve not got used to writing Twenty Nineteen yet! . p.s. What is this cruel trick? I have so many things still to do and this is my 60th year. Time to catch my breath, learn to breathe and slow things down. If I do, will my remaining days pass… Read more
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On the Floor
At last, the last dance Fumbled requests, mute replies Music slow, hearts frantic . n.b. Remember the youth club, or school disco? Nightmare scenario. Boys on one side of the hall, girls dancing around handbags. Then, with just a few minutes before the lights would go up, the DJ would put on something like “Nights… Read more
I write as I wonder as I wander.
Journey of Words 