Friday, what the F
break open the bub-ber-ley
birthday train ride
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n.b. Not mine. Happy Birthday, mush. “Twenty past Ten; get the Scooby Snacks owat!”
n.n.b. “Owat” translates to ‘out’ further south in Englands.
CLP
on time
Tag Archives: Friendship
on love
please don't call now
it cost a lifetime last time
left me counting days
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CLP 19/01/2022
on dawn
yes, we can do this
your way, my way or our way
meet me at day break
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CLP 12/01/2022
on white lights
intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours
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CLP 10/01/2022
on light
compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective
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n.b. It has been a challenging few days, putting fingers to the keyboard as impossible as joining like poles of two magnets. The ‘must post’ became ‘can’t post’.
Now, a shift. Was it the sunlight? Was it the experience of movement in daytime? Was it enjoying catching up with distant friends during the Twelve Days of Christmas? Was it remembering no employer owns all my time? Was it a conversation? Was it spending an hour cleaning the bathroom (don’t ask)? Was it hearing the wren singing?
The shift is back ‘to ‘I post‘. Easy enough to say…
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CLP 08/01/2022
on time
see how fast they fall
sand grains tumble from the glass
leaving only light
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n.b. Composed of stardust, we are held here for long as we are remembered, as complete and incomplete as others can recall. We become not what we think of ourselves, but what others think of us.
CLP 31/12/2021
on space
as I die will I remember
when we were in our teens
walking you home, my bicycle to hand
under a sky so deep
the enormity of creation emphasised
the insignificance of us?
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CLP 25/12/2021
on time
music ignites past
happiness written in notes
could love ever die?
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n.b. ‘Heroes’ anyone?
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CLP 18/12/2021
on fire
winter cold as ever
seeing shapes dance in the grate
embers or old flames?
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CLP 17/2/2021
on time
falling off a cliff
yesterday has disappeared
your presence absent
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CLP 13/12/2021
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