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on a glorious morning my losses rise up a choir of golden they sing from blue sky and though i am thankful their faces aren’t blurre..

Wishing all my poetry friends a wonderful Christmas. For those who don’t celebrate Christmas , my best wishes.

when i walk in winter’s garden past a cypress and green ivy down to where old seating’s lonely in a corner in the dark there i tur..

(Especially at this time of year)

A little more brevity for a change

(a little brevity for a change)

( a spontaneous write)

what is this void that plagues me so an empty ache that won’t let go with age comes loss too many gone i’ve lost the base notes..

cloudy mornings offer comfort cosy like a shawl warms shoulders while the regal swans are swimming gone the minutes i grow older let me saunter..

witness a young woman educated in hate whose finely chiseled looks are drop dead gorgeous until she speaks when that full kissable p..