Tag Archives: resilience

D’verse – Looking Back – Looking Forward

Posted on January 9, 2014 by Michael

My chosen style is  – Getting Tight in there – 55 word poem my journey was long moments of hesitation doubt it would be my pleasure you said your door, welcoming I knocked deep breath relax face to face smile … Continue reading →

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Poem 81

Posted on January 9, 2014 by Michael

Come to me? I call. My cries you ignore. My bed, a wasteland. I wonder where you are, To which port, into whose arms? I loved the thrill The expectation Your words soothed me, My anxieties you calmed, My fears … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Why?

Posted on January 8, 2014 by Michael

I stand on the spot, near where you disappeared. I have never come to terms with why you did what you did. Was the pain so great that there was no other alternative? What about me? Did you consider me, … Continue reading →

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Poem 78

Posted on January 6, 2014 by Michael

‘You must make me laugh,’ she said. ‘I expect at least one occasion during the day Where I shall at least giggle, From something humorous you have said.’ I was concerned I am not a funny person My dour personality … Continue reading →

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Sunday Photo Fiction – To Hover

Posted on January 6, 2014 by Michael

I don’t know for how long it was that I had the sensation of you hovering over me. There were times when I appreciated you being there, like some sort of guardian angel but there comes a time when I … Continue reading →

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Poem 77 – Saturday

Posted on January 5, 2014 by Michael

Saturdays are lazy days, No work But there is the shopping The washing Reading and of course writing. Clean the house, maybe Cook for next week, maybe Catch up with kids Share a meal or two A time to reflect … Continue reading →

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Poem 76 – Old Muddie

Posted on January 2, 2014 by Michael

An old stoneware pot Lays discarded in one corner A half carved doll The product of one short Moment of creativity, Lays discarded wrapped in a cage of cobwebs.   Old Muddie’s boots, worn and in need of stitching Serve … Continue reading →

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Poem74 – My Uncle Jack

Posted on January 1, 2014 by Michael

My Uncle Jack Lived most of his life In solitude on Briers Hill, Way out of Ogleton.   I once asked Uncle Jack about politicians, Much to my regret:   ‘They’re all arseholes the lot of them Silly buggers sitting … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Play Ball

Posted on January 1, 2014 by Michael

Hey Rover you there? Rover? Ralph, you up the tree again? Yes, it’s that kid again. Little Jack? Yes him, horrible kid, always chasing me, pulling my ears. Ah stop whinging Ralph, get down and play ball with him. No … Continue reading →

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Poem 73

Posted on December 31, 2013 by Michael

When a fool cries he is a laughing stock. When a  fool cries Integrity  is gone. When a fool cries Credibility is shot. When a fool cries Realisation hits home. When a fool cries We say we saw it coming. … Continue reading →

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