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My left fist,
already born,
feels the dawning stiffness
in its brother’s shoulder.
Still the fingers are curled
into the familiar lump and
looking down I see that-
My feet are inches distanced from the earth.
08 Monday Jun 2020
Posted Poetry
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My left fist,
already born,
feels the dawning stiffness
in its brother’s shoulder.
Still the fingers are curled
into the familiar lump and
looking down I see that-
My feet are inches distanced from the earth.
07 Sunday Jun 2020
Posted Poetry
in06 Saturday Jun 2020
Posted Poetry
inThere is nowhere to get lost
now;
except the phrase,
caught between a spider’s web
and a breeze-
‘I told you so’
24 Tuesday Dec 2019
Posted Poetry
inI read this poem (with one small difference) for my friends Tracey and Kevin to celebrate their wedding. I wanted to find something uplifting for the last of these Tuesday Poems, particularly as it is being released on Christmas Eve, and I hope this does the job. Enjoy…
17 Tuesday Dec 2019
Posted Poetry
in“Only” is a flea of a word. A tick of a word. It can be very useful in introducing a single thought and who doesn’t enjoy the calming simplicity of a single thought.
It can be whining and passive aggressive:.. “I only want…”
Here are two ‘only’ poems
That can become one (our only one) poem:
10 Tuesday Dec 2019
Posted Poetry
inIf you want to be any kind of an artist you have to be willing to make a fool of yourself and at least in that regard I qualify.
Some poems just demand to be sort of sung, though they are not quite lyrics. In Ireland we have a name (and an excuse) for that…
So this is a Sean- Nòs:
What comes after…
Enjoy.
03 Tuesday Dec 2019
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Political cards on the table I guess…
19 Tuesday Nov 2019
Posted Poetry
inIt’s a dangerous thing to listen to the news…
12 Tuesday Nov 2019
Posted Poetry
inA poem for the middle-aged folks out there…
05 Tuesday Nov 2019
Posted Poetry, Uncategorized
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I was listening to a podcast about Georgian folkstyle wresting which mentioned a book called something along the lines of The Art of Remaining Ungoverned. It gave be some focus for a poem I had been playing around with for a while…, and a title.