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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Beware if you are ninety Three.

Perils. Could it be at ninety-three he wanted to be entertained more lavishly? No longer poor; life was a bore, but I am sure that he will be remembered like the best of men. He didn’t seem to like me then. He needed money to procure access I guess, to the lady on the floor of Apartment Ten. She... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Diary

Red hot diary news. I watched as she bought a bunch of carnations She hesitated, she had dyed her hair. I was instantly intrigued by her simple hesitation It was early morning and I wondered why she was there. I had seen her previously in a pair of Jeans They were too large and one had to estimate... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Moods

Moods It would be nice if I could just sit and think right now I feel I am going to turn you down. I don’t wish to hear you chatter and buy you a drink while I sit silently until you begin to frown.. I don’t wish to listen to anything at all. In fact I feel I would just like to run across fields of... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Telling the truth. You are refined; I really do think you are, but I don’t mind, I find it rather amusing. I suppose it is a state of mind; confusing to those who are blind to such qualities. Sometimes you make me feel like I am a sparrow hanging by one leg from a clothesline. That’s fine; it just... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Remember. Do you remember we would twist Daisy chains around your wrist. Of course you were only a child But I remember how you smiled Did you eat butter twice last week? A buttercup against your cheek I can see a yellow glow You have eaten butter, now I know. Shall we find the time today I’ll hold... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Life,s like that.

Like that Spring has trailed its well earned treasure The blue bells and the daffodil Stripped off clothes so one may measure Sweeter limbs they interest still. But one can lose one’s heart to summer Drowsy days of fire and colour All absorbed with scent and murmur And wonder what is still on offer.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

I had a block why not write about it and Stolen.

I had a block so why not write about it. Probably unhelpful What can one do? when one wants to write a poem? It is there waiting to be pushed along to make sense It is no use trying to force the mind or even try to comb ideas from a memory unless it is brought into the present tense One could fire... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Fred and Mabel sit in the front room with Mother Fred What shall we talk about today soon tomorrow will be on its way I could be serious and steer my thoughts away from vice and beer. So what would be a simple choice? It mustn’t really be too nice. I suppose I could just hold your hand. I’m sure... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 18, 2010

A non encounter

Third non-encounter As this is a non-encounter; imagination will have to be encountered. I am walking plucking roses from bushes obviously not thorny ones. Suddenly I see the thunder woman she is in green and orange. she runs throwing handkerchiefs all over the place. I think she must be playing a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Daughter. I laugh on the edge of this sudden confusion my mother suddenly appears to be girlish. And really this is a remarkable intrusion into her life. Does she think of it as a crush? I laugh because it is so funny. Suddenly out of the passing crowd A man slightly grey speaks to mummy and she... Sign in to see full entry.

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