Holding arms open

the snow tickles your shoulders

in a cold silence.

*

putting on your gloves

you wish you had your hat on

stepping in the snow.

*

Whispering winter

the snow turns the station white

shunning the moon’s scorn.

*

Opening the door

boat was frozen in the lake

freezing getting home.

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Inspiration is within in ourself

Which we know: is the energy to move on

During when we feel uninspired

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a thousand voices

cast away in my shadows

listen! can't you hear?

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our souls have parted

and the memories we shared

slip into darkness 

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nature is sleeping

under a blanket of white 

to wake in the spring

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this world we have built

like sand through an hourglass

succumbs to despair

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how cold it is now

in a world of one colour 

the winter is pale

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Walking aimlessly

Towards some places unknown

'Til I'm home at last

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(Wrote the other week in a zoom poetry reading after hearing a Indian Poet describe about how they are constantly hearing ambulances going past their home with ill people from pandemic. I aimed for a haiku with this but the poem decided otherwise and it became a closeish Haiku instead)

No Ambulances

you long for peace

from the sirens

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The sound of the sea

Poetry to my psyche

Siren's song to soul

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1984

We still don’t want you
your class team to said after
scoring twice for them.

(A early memory of playing in my class football team. 
It was not the best of times as I never really fitted in that class)

1985

Waking me early
I knew my nana had died
before mother said.

(My mum’s mum, my nana died in hospital 10 years or so after 
the death of her husband, my granddad all...

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Spring fluffs fall like snow
"all is lost; our end is mud"
but wake up a tree

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feathered fuchsia tree
fuzzy seeds, float freely, fall–
mission: flower tree

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The sound of laughter

is carried in the soft breeze

a footprint in time.

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Dreams play hide-and-seek,

Thoughts trying to catch my sleep

Caught, but nightmares creep.

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***

spring is springing up:
green fingers pierce through the ice,
no force can cancel.

Limericist 2021

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