https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FlorrysPoems/Poetry of the everyday, aftermath of abuse, care home blues, sudden death - Florry’s vents, rants, and expressions in poetic form. Stanza, verse, rhyme, assonance, dissonance, alliteration, enjambment, volta, sonnet, villanelle, pantoum, sextet, tercet.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FlorrysPoems/949662Sketching Hurst Impressions with My Long White Cane My eyes tell lies and shutting them, often, is the only way. Otherwise, shapes melt into point-blank headlights, full-beam, and then – boo! – loom out loud colours, or pulsating zigzags of eye-splitting. Some shapes speak, some stand quiet, and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FlorrysPoems/949603The person next to seat 11A scuffles as I’m slipping my rucksack off my shoulders, and then hold it close to my chest as I sit down trying not to bump it. My neighbour is quiet but for the fluttering of what I assume to be page-turning. After about ten minutes they rustle and eat something. From...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FlorrysPoems/949222Still Stinging Deborah: the Hebrew for bee, she is also an old testament heroine. There’s been a mistake: dead! No not Deb Full-on lover of Cadbury's Cream Eggs: Eating five one after the other her Un-sprung bee tongue in as far as it can poke Out all that sickly-sweet chin-running yolk Still...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FlorrysPoems/949196Heart Throbs Still His heart’s throb stilled, nearly killed, then beat on; Stanley had got to get better in Puffin To go home to a walk-in, sit-down shower. The Hobby room door said, 'Poetry, come in', Which he did, gait propped with his stick, along An off-beat tackety-tip, three-way stagger....