On Fear

were this heart to cease

tonight it would die happy

love lives without fear

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CLP 13/05/2021

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CLP 13/05/2021

On Dreams vi

I dream of dawn

when I wake from sleep

prepare tea for two

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CLP 10/05/2021

On Water xxv

under umbrella

lovers rush seeking shelter

breathless excitement

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CLP 03/05/2021

On Water xxiii

absence of presence

bottle; long-term substitute

happiness of toes

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CLP 01/05/2021

Ill-defined

can you divine love

by words, deeds, in calm silence

a heart-felt presence?

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CLP 23/04/2021

On Water xiii

a pause to reflect

it was here that fate pushed me

I’d to cross a bridge

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n.b. Time and tide and all that. Choices, decisions, life goes on.

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CLP 23/04/2021

At the platform there stood the London train

…the London train that was packed with people

people with different places to go

places thronged with colleagues and / or friends

friends some new, some known for years

years that have fallen like blossom

blossom scented with childhood memories

memories diffused by time and tide

tide that swept clear a foreign shore

a foreign shore where lovers swam

lovers who lost their faith in Love

Love that became too wild to tame

too wild that two hearts were rent

hearts that continued to beat like muffled drums

muffled drums we reading this will not hear

we who not know when our day will come

a day from which we cannot run

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p.s. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty One prompt; repetitive set up.

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CLP 21/04/2020

On Water ii

a simple pleasure

just being ferried abroad

afloat beside you

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CLP 11//04/2021

Nice Work Woody & Johnny

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Great to have you back writing in tandem!

Congratulations on being selected for the NaPoWriMo poem / poets of Day 5, 2021.

hallucinated ambush

Press on and don’t spare the horses!

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CLP 06/04/2021

Do Not Alight Here…

…the sign on the platform read

provoking that bloody-minded reaction

he saw as proof of living a life

still worth it, worth everything

worth going to bed

with a stranger once more

here might be the place

that could throw things up

burn the throat, whet the tongue

revive, refresh, rekindle

the screech of parakeets

colonising plane trees in the park

after-dark sounds on full reverb

in daylight on streets

of colour, black to white all blood

everyone from anywhere

who’ll do something, anything

no more bi this

no more buy that

stop and search me, why don’t you

I’m game as road-kill

as smart as street crime

as sharp as a wife

given half-a-clue to step out

and start out anew

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Button with white background Day 3 here is how the cards fell when I cut the deck: whet, game. (For TC).


NaPoWriMo

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CLP 03/04/2021