absence of presence
bottle; long-term substitute
happiness of toes
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CLP 01/05/2021
On Water xxiii
Tag Archives: Separation
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
Around Midnight
timing was never more important
than opportunity when hungry
we ate out, or would grab something
maybe just an amuse-bouche
at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps
irrespective of weather
because hungry is no respecter of climate
we always ate together
we rarely went without without
in sun, the rain, the snow
until naturally our routines began to drift
into more regular meal routines
before economy and fate peeled us apart
eventually
I returned one midnight
to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager
body craving any food or fruit every hour
these midnight oranges were rarer
at first a self-indulgent treat
until our segmentation complete
meant for awhile midnight oranges
were the only food
that I had to eat
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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.
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CLP 22/04/2021
On Physical Distancing
Who’ll help cut me free?
Held back by self-defences.
What is the damage?
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n.b. Someone? Anyone?
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CLP 27/03/2021
L3 (Day 76): Holt
Are these people showing off about not having Covid, or has the local sub-editor got a sick sense of humour, riffing on the vulnerability of olfactory and gustatory senses in these coronavirus times?
Here, there is a growing feeling of cabin fever mixed with de-mob happiness. Is the prima donna yet ready for la grande finale?
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CLP 23/03/2021
On The Beach
These amongst others
Mother of pearl and sandstone
Everything but you
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CLP 22/03/2021
L3 (Day 75): Back at Square One
A year ago I came here to take refuge; it changed the direction of my life.
Tonight I am back here again, but without the self-doubt, without the fear of the future.
Thank you to everyone I have shared this year with, particularly my elder sister, without whom I would have been somewhere else.
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CLP 22/03/2021
L3 (Day 71): The Waterfront
This hulk retains buoyancy despite it all, but to what end? Is remaining afloat enough? Is there still life in this wreck?
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CLP 18/03/2021
L3(Day 70): Underground
While we stumble around up here, the moles are busy churning through the soil, turning up the earth into little mounds of fine tilth as they go about their usual business.
Meanwhile I try to remember what usual business might mean; try to maintain a balanced perspective; try not to create insurmountable mountains from the everyday ordinary.
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CLP 17/03/2021
L3(Day 68): On Screen
It was disarming to see my friend online today after so long. The voice I know. The face, so recognisable. The smile, more beautiful than I could remember.
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CLP 15/03/2021
