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Patchwork Woman

Posted on September 23, 2013 by Michael

This poem has been written following a conversation with a friend who has battled breast cancer, at a cost, and who lives daily with  lymphedema.  She described this poem as ‘Shockingly accurate’. There’s a monster within you One that you … Continue reading →

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Conversation with a Tantrumist

Posted on September 22, 2013 by Michael

Are you upset? No! Oh. Then why are you sitting like that? Like what? Well you have your arms folded and you are tapping your foot. You never tap your foot unless…. I can tap my foot if I want. … Continue reading →

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Poem 10

Posted on September 22, 2013 by Michael

Do some songs make you cry? Does the lyric and haunting melody move you? Do such moments spark a melancholy That spirals you into a past hurt? Do you linger on the line That promotes tears As you retreat further … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – The Wedding Dress

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Michael

Everyday Grandad stood in front of the second hand shop. ‘Hey Grandad, how are you today?’ He’d look at me and say:  ‘Good thanks, I’m ok today.’ ‘What are you looking at Grandad?’ ‘She was a beautiful bride, wore a … Continue reading →

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Poem 8

Posted on September 16, 2013 by Michael

  when I was small merely a child I could walk in safety on concrete paths simple things would fit my tiny hands a walk to the shop was a norm with threepence knotted in the corner of a hanky. … Continue reading →

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Poem 7

Posted on September 15, 2013 by Michael

our hands define us revealing character, the workers from the artists. your hands, lines deep in wisdom expressive in art and words radiating genuine warmth. when gathered at your feet children congregate listening attentively each word gesticulatory illustrated meaning complete, … Continue reading →

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Poem 6

Posted on September 15, 2013 by Michael

As I walked in the fields I stopped by a hedge In the hedge was a small nest In the nest was even smaller fledgling. Before me was new life, precious, unique. I may never see this again, I shall … Continue reading →

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Poem 5

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Michael

when I leave will I be missed? will you even notice? or am I just a person, someone you once knew? you cared, that I cared knowing now you don’t cruels me of all hope. you searched me out. my … Continue reading →

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Ligo Haibun Challenge – Apathy

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Michael

  I sit looking at my life. It is a small bundle of unkempt promises and half realized plans. A lot of gonna’s mixed with a plethora of maybe’s.  There is a mess of emotions, a tangle of regrets and … Continue reading →

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Poem 4

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Michael

in my dreams is a place I know not so far from here. a stream brims over tiny falls and eddies in languid pools of blue united with the watery world like mermaids you dive under waters, that purify your … Continue reading →

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