C.C.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Care for a friend

Yes, just so. She was single and her views were apparent I was lonely, dreamy and only meant to share the spare room in my bungalow with someone who could run to and fro as they pleased and feel at ease. It just seemed natural to seize the opportunity to obtain a housekeeper. It appeared to be... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Skirting

\\\\\\\\\\skirting. It must have been an indiscriminate excursion. Hardly surprising in the circumstances one must assume To have left reality so swiftly was an intriguing move. Worthy of a mention, as it was as soft as puff of perfume. The sketch is etched in colour and is a vision. The light... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Rewritten rexamined something like that.

Back to Nature Surely now it will engage the imagination if it is redistributed to a suitable audience. Innuendos that appear to gain recognition might create a subtle ambience to heal a brazen supposition whatever the consequence Or Sooth poetical frustration if trying to pull daffodils. instead of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 18, 2011

A true story

A true story poem written as it happened to my father. Once with Arthur a gypsy boy I wandered his brown bare feet I shall remember We were just boys I had black shoes scuffed of course and Earth a tremor. Walking the green grass his eyes swept over and suddenly he scooped. In his hand the eggs of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Poor Ms Wolfy Dunn feels so lonely.

Nelots I would be threads, to be as this wish demands You would take me so how other can I be Lips to my throat your carefree hands feel my body almost carelessly. To this time, there is an end no sweeter Although I know, I feel you only as a whisper and I will break into filaments should you stir I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Chilling out

Chilling out. This is an icy sheet of paper; words freeze before they are completed. A certain discipline must be retained or the day will be deleted. It will have disappeared like so many others into a thin air that tastes of almost nothing and cannot be traced. One scrapes for images to plaster... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Romance

Romance in the groove. I told Mabel, this is the last straw I am going to move out of her bedroom I do not have anything against her, but I need more excitement I wake up in the night and try to imagine I am a young bridegroom. Then I start to think of other things and that is another penny spent.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Judgement

Judgement. Always they whisper now is too late. Though one relies on a measure of fate, and long is the waiting before this is complete and she keeps debating and looking so sweet. So what ever it was, it was not an attraction that she minded so much until the distraction. My query so plaintive,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sometime. How close do you float to me with your sweet words? I hear them and I need to drift back to reality. An idea slowly flowed into my mind and stirred an emotion that I know can never be. A wash of softness remains, which my mind evaluates. I toss a pebble into the deepest pool. I watch the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Before it goes.

SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts are compose I lick snowflakes it is so easy. When it is snowing one can feel free to face the... Sign in to see full entry.

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