Inklings

These are all my short poems.

Dad

A vivid childhood memory. My father was a coal miner who'd had a hard life, and along the way he missed out on expressing emotions.
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Inklings

Inklings. A random selction of thoughts from my jotter, on a theme.
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Mr Smith

This came out of nowhere; but I imagine it was Stevie Smith's influence.

The taste of the Apple

A Short reflection on how we percieve the world around us (Image courtesy of Tom Franz from Wikimedia Commons)
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Allhallows

The church clock strikes the midnight hour, and the children now have long gone home; with their costumes folded and put away, Halloween is passing...

The River

An older poem I've dusted off; having reflected on what Jack commented on my last poem. It is the age old question - what constitutes us? This poem comes as close to the Buddhist view as I can manage; and of course there may be another truth. (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

White Doves

I like miniature poems, just a few lines, which I find satifying; and my mentor here is Samuel Manashe (collected poems available on Bloodaxe) I could wish for a smidgin of his talent. (image courtesy of Uruburos on Pixabay)
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Regret One

A revision of the original, as Regret One
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Regret Two

I thought to extend the theme into a second poem.

Soap Bubbles

A little piece of whimsy, after watching soap bubbles just now,
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Mutability

©©After reading Delay, by Elizabeth Jennings, these lines came to me. (Image courtersy of Wikimedia Commons)
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