does breaking mirrors
really alter my features?
looking glass-cripple
 

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In a darkened chamber 

shadows twist and writhe 

Pale light spills through cracked panes

illuminating dust motes 

The air, thick with the scent of age and decay

A raven, black as a void, 

perches on the windowsill 

Its eyes, piercing, stare into the soul 

Murmurs of lost hopes and unfulfilled 

dreams linger in the corners

Quill in hand, he writes feverishly 

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Culture continues

in all corners of the globe

Summer showers’ song

1693

Maruyama keep

Yoshitsune’s long sword shines

in poor wretched place

Benkei’s lone defence

Summer grass remains today

Sepuku farewell

Back wood canopy

Over swollen river flows

Mogami boat ride

Teary eyed vista 

Yudono’s vertical drop

words cannot describe

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Have we found what eases pain, it shan’t remain;
yet hardly a memory lingers that might untether,
should even that be erased, p’raps a wound reopens-
it’s angry eye emboldens a spectrum of jumbled feelings:
tangible only in laconic holds we cannot hope to break.

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Bring on kintsugi
In the night’s cathedral hour
New life starts at dawn

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bailing soat happily out to sea

glailing foat eating up my tea

So wherever it is that I may be

a goating boat is a sight to see!
 

(... been living with this for years, do it with numbers as well, even if my clerical numeracy accuracy-efficiency is quite high. It all goes back to homework when I stammered a lot & couldn't get it right the tirst fime;nowad...

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A dragon basks in my stew, scales glinting with heat
Steam curls, weaving tales of daring quests
Potatoes anchor islands, thickening the plot
Carrots float like tiny boats on a spicy sea
Pepper flames flicker, igniting bold flavours
Onions create layers of intrigue
Garlic breathes magic
Stew simmers bold.

Spoon stirs, dragon flares
Bubbles pop with mystery
Savoury secrets blend-
Cou...

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When echo lost its shadow, 
a haunting void took shadow's place. 
No longer bound by shade's gentle grasp, 
then echo drifted through empty space.

Without its shadow, echo felt cold, 
a chilling darkness, an eerie silence. 
No longer whole, it sought the past, 
its identity lost, its voice forlorn.

A slightest whisper, a lonely sound, 
echoed through the void, not fully grown. 
I...

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The echoes of laughter fade, 
hushed whispers of a time when 
innocence wove through our days
fragile threads now unraveling.

A boy stands by the edge of the river
                    eyes wide with wonder
tracing the ripples that dance 
beneath the setting sun.
The world felt endless then
             each stone a treasure
                    each tree a fortress.

He built dreams...

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word-painted pictures
along with each season’s change
colour-splashed meanings

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We part, each on our own path
                     ...no longer united.
Shards of a once unified day, scatter.
In the long shadows of the old towers,
Babel’s echoes linger, misunderstood.

Before the tongues twisted and were lost,
Voices shared, and the plains glowed with trust.
Their dreams reached skyward, unmarred and clear
And in unity, they placed their hopes and fears.

Aft...

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A figure, stern and cold,
receives a laurel leaf with surprise.
No introduction, no warmth exchanged
                . . . just the reality of presence
                 the edge of diffidence . . .

The leaf, tender and green
rests lightly in their hand
a symbol of honour, unspoken worth.
In its quiet embrace,
               a connection begins to form;
bridging the divide of understa...

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We stand at the shore's edge, gazing at the sea.
The horizon stretches before us, unhindered.
Your eyes hold the wisdom of the tides.
Your words bring the calm where truth resides.

The ocean's song provides a gentle lull.
In its waves, our bond grows ever strong.
We speak of dreams, of hopes, and fears,
Remembering incandescence of boundless years.

As the sun sets on that distant lin...

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Picking up the internal slack,
invoking an inward tension
that emboldens one to face the day
and the prospects of oncoming ones.
Wet cheeks reveal visible cues,
flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf:
          . . . existing surrenders,
like a sparkled after-rain,
bringing a moist crystalline relief
               that fills the cracks
and mends the broken places.
 
 

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flames and mirrors flash

windows and rain, pan on screen

reflective pools, still

lines, l o n g  d r a w I n g  gaze

light, topographic texture

shade; toxic mixture

ambient perspective

people together, alone

all moving me home

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What’s a decade here and there?

Perhaps a lot if you’re past 50.

People live longer these days, so 

a spritely 70 is meant to be

acceptable, looked forward to.

If you get past the wrinkles

and the short term memory loss

remember to share your secret-

youth’s fountain is found in both

      - the realm of heart and mind

Peace with self and adjusted lif...

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You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,

we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .

believe me.

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With some we connect but once and that once may not be enough, so the onus on us is to connect well.

N.B.

Sad news from Texas, just a few hours ago; my first cousin (60) died suddenly, her brother, my other first cousin, having passed 30 years ago after returning home from serving in the Gulf War. The last time we were in a room together was in 1978, a few days before they left for Au...

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Take that bold step up to my words, linger until they have had their fill, each party imbuing the other, overflowing with the permeate of life. Read to your satisfaction, but read: free your mind upon these winged lines and read to your absolute satisfaction!

Immerse yourself in a tapestry of thoughts, each thread revealing a new pattern, weaving complexity into your consciousness. Let the ...

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In the still of night, 
              . . .  a voice 
becomes Dawn's first light 

Where every shadow meets its end 
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines 
of hope, once written 
               now unwind 

Until this day comes
, we seek our peace 

Never again lost
  . . .  in darkened sleep.

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