C.C.

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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Meeting

Meeting. Screwed together in a barren shocked gaze. tooth and claw bright; they adjusted to the initial attraction. Eyes half closed they entered the cold first phase. They circled without words to appraise the final position. Unable to think clearly, barriers formed behind eyes of flint. Silence... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

To the Muse

Mountains,. You tiptoed across the edge of a new dimension Stopped and walked wondering I suppose To say those words we rarely mention I suppose you are someone who knows. Me. And who are you? Is this just porcelain. Was I in touch with something quite unreal I felt unrest, I thought of this again... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Is this you?

Is this you? This is a feeling that obliterates all previous inclination slanting from some not so distant place to rest solidly against tomorrow. No examination can inform, no inner thought pause to protest. This is as startling as it gets. The feeling becomes a cloak folding around a new dimension... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Family Problems

Family problems I ran in to see Gran today, how do I know she is in a bad mood. She always gives me a penny and I have my younger brother with me. She has been rowing with her son, he is full grown, last of the brood. I suppose I am not old enough to recognise this is a danger. Can I have my penny... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Gran again I'm afraid.

Time with Gran. ‘Sit she said,I looked at the scrubbed table ‘Don’t you have a table cloth Gran?’ ‘Such nonsense, haven’t you heard the fable that manners alone maketh man?’ ‘Bread and jam?’ ‘Butter I queried?’ ‘Are you having your tea here or not.’ ‘Yes Gran.’’Well eat up and not another word.’ She... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thoughts of a small boy, She was my great Aunt but I always called her Gran. I have to agree with Gran a mouse runs along the stone floor And it pops back into a small hole in the wainscot. Mouse! I shout. Gran grabs a broom I’ve seen her do this before She always leaves the door open and all of... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 22, 2010

To wonder

We wonder Would we have been nodding in the peaceful surroundings No dreams, as all would have been fulfilled with contentment. With the loss of wonder for Nature sings sweetly to the young and those who listen and are still afflicted with this pain, One feels the structure of latent forces and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The thirty minute painful poem

Hello Who are you eyes that read these lines? Politeness dictates that I must proceed apparently effortlessly and have no designs upon the beauty that radiates or indeed try to impose my simplistic ways even upon a minority who may feel that is it wise to believe one plays with fire if one does not... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Jane

Jane. Let it be, what is that I see A hundred faces and then one appeals It really does seem strange to me. I wonder if that person feels Different or if it is merely like a bird Noticing one feather gleams differently. Or a little sigh is heard and suddenly it almost seems suitable to appraise new... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Obsessions.

Obsessions eating a meal with you. Once there was a boy who wanted nothing more He listened and could hear the world spinning round. Suddenly he wondered what it was that he was living for. Something was awful in his mind it was the terrible unfound. Of course black and shapeless planted by a... Sign in to see full entry.

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