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Poem – On the edge

Playing close to the edge with the flames of uncertainty, we can tease resistance pulling it like elastic. When it snaps you can hear the sound of creation, close your eyes for a moment and…

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Poem – Travel back then

I often wish I had created the same for my own kids, maybe I did, I will have to ask them. Travel creates memories. It doesn’t matter where you go – you just go somewhere.…

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Poem – Virginia wilting

Virginia crawls and creeps her cluster She does not fuss her timeless walls She works her wilting fingers forward, flicking dust and clinging all. Her nimble fingers knitting weaving, plotting scheming covering all. Their house…

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Poem – Wake in a garden

Spiderfly Poets from under the tree February 10, 2017 ·  I want to wake in a garden bright with poems, Where words can play in the grass And tumble and roll like a cricket ball I…

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Poem – Fluffy Bird

this nonsense has been so absurd remember the yellow fluffy bird the one that led a merry dance and then for two months went to France. the hatter stuck his stick in the ground and…

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Poem – Create

Time is burning away the essence of desire, together we run around the circle of want finding ourselves back at the starting line. I am to hold my dream in my own two hands and…