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Anger and, eventual feelings of hopelessness and despair. I used to live near the Wyre Forest in Worcestershire, so part of this is autobiographical.
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Written on a typically dreary Easter Bank Holiday in Britain. I reminisce about the places where i would rather have been; the hauntingly austere, yet..
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Nature as a metaphor for life's journey. The ideas of growing as diffusion, and the joining of 'souls' into a continuum, but with a loss of identity.
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All of the most magical places, whether spectacularly beautiful, or hauntingly spiritual, are nothing without the love of my wife. Nothing is anything..
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'Lonely Waters' is the title of a piece of music by the Irish/English composer E. J. Moeran. The poem was written after a short break with my wife in ..
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A narrow, and remote, lane in North Cornwall; leading, eventually, up to an ancient, granite, cross. Here the powers of nature are definitely in the a..
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My longing for the sea, in all its moods, and my wishes to escape the anxieties of life. Sometimes I just want isolation and the chance to be my own p..
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