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Friday, May 6, 2011

Lizzie

Lizzy I cannot believe that once I dreamed only of you. How can one forget so easily, if love were true it would be stapled to one emotion once stricken. If one thought of one’s true love, the heart would quicken I think it is more like adapting to a compromise. Perhaps a kind person really does... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Sandi

Sandra. Choo choo I am a little girl again. I run to the railing to wave to the train. Choo choo it knows I am waiting Puff, puff, puff. It is stopping. Puff. Anyone going shopping? One day when I am too old to play. I will ride into the sunshine, Hooray! I will put on a hat just like Momma. I will... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Justify

To justify. It was one of those days when I felt lonely I walked down to the green meadow. The sun was setting, but the earth was homely. I sat and listened to the things I used to know. ‘So you have come back’? It was only a whisper Had I imagined it? I once heard the world spin round. I once... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

A little Heaven.

A little Heaven Thinking of flowers? Softly she whispered. Upon reflections, that was my thought. She was warm, soft, and purred. I suppose sadly in a way she had been bought. I did not like to think of it that way, not of love. One must be realistic, I am not that charming. I suppose circumstances... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Musings

Musings. It is for no great reason that I try to explain What it is that offers no delight and yet remains needed. As if to ignore this passing sense, would leave me with nothing.. It simply weaves soft light in moments of perception. If it were real emotion, surely it would be sweeter. Maybe even... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Reflections

Reflections Some things are too painful to think about, but so hard to lose. Cold demure beauties frozen in time. I suppose one must choose the final destination of such an ethereal collection. The structure can be transported slowly, spinning to a receptive area here changes can take place and one... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Linseed field

Linseed Field Shyly we walked beneath the trees I might not have revealed. my secret, but a forward breeze chased through the Linseed field. All the flowers began to stir bowed low and met the skies. All the blue-lit petals were the colour of your eyes. I had to whisper solemnly I promised golden... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The gentle Sunday poem.

Fairies rehashed. She should really have known better. She sent me this letter. She returned my ring on the wing of a dove, Oh, dear now, I must follow on back of a swallow And win her back with a song of my love. She flies oe‘r the butterflies. She sees me and she shuts her eyes. I sing I’m, a King... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Milk maid

Milkmaid Yes, she was a heart breaker; we all know the scene She had a pink beauty spot nestling between. now I can’t quite remember it was so long ago However, I remember the lads telling me so. It was in a time when the field were all green She was the first pretty woman I’d seen I always remember... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Conclusion

Conclusion. Sarah pours herself more sherry, ‘No it must have been two days later. Because the girl said, she would have to go home or her Gran would worry. She did not tell me her name only Jan. I told her to stop and I would get a Doctor, The second evening she slipped away leaving a note. I had... Sign in to see full entry.

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