short poem after chronicling the lessening of sentience in my mothers emails during the past year
one day my mother will die
trembling yellow fracture
birdsong on the radio
one day my mother will die
trembling yellow fracture
birdsong on the radio
Interesting the contrast of the first line being so definite with the
almost elusive details Stu. Like a picture framed event.
Ray
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Stu Buck
Fri 29th Mar 2019 00:30
cheers ray. this got picked up for pub really quickly so thought i'd try it on here but i fear its not in keeping with the current trends on the blogs. never mind, it only took 30 seconds to post! hope your keeping well, do let me know what you think of my book!