– 91 – poetry Monday

A life in Dreams (by Jacob Sam-La Rose) There have been teeth falling loose from their sockets like a shower of petals or bones. There has been treacle; attempts to run against a gravity wound so tight tight single steps were futile, a travelling nowhere, a running on the spot, a fanged leer and a gnarled…

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– 77 – poetry Monday

The best time of the day (by Raymond Carver) Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But…

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– 49 – poetry Monday

Yesterday was mother’s day here in the UK and this poem seem rather fitting to the occasion. I love watching my children… when they were little I wasted days simply ‘watching them’… marvelling at the fact that they didn’t exist until I made them… do you know what I mean?  They always seemed like a miracle.…

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– 39 – poetry Monday

Morning Poem ( Mary Oliver ) from Dream Work (1986)  Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is…

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