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My stories

Fireworks

(A Bonfire Night Poem) These times take the shape Of beginnings for you. But I've lived a life Like this before. The sharp sudden colours Of fireworks exploding Into instances of creation

An Autumn Morning

A time will come to us When these children run away. Over the horizon and gone To the lands of their own lives. What shall we do then? Shall we wake up suddenly One autumn morning, wishing

Solitary

I should have been that solitary man In an old flat cap and creased, tired mac, Sipping a single slow half-pint of mild In the back shadows of the public bar;

Low Tide

These are the shores of my mind And today is low tide And all I have is this beach Littered with small evaporating pools And the flotsam and jetsam of a normal life

Come a Time

Revealed as only what might have been there will come a time. Revealed as a whole sky burning fire red in the stark morning there will come a time. Revealed as dreams torment

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