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(Spontaneous write) I don’t do love poetry

(creeping change)

say what you mean mean what you say don’t allude to your feelings while turning away don’t hide what you’re saying behind ..

(Anniversary thoughts of mum’s last night)

this new year brings in a swollen fat bellied Thames unable to contain his over gorging on plentiful winter rain falling falling relentless ..

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