Wondering

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Have you ever looked at your dreams? 

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Wondering        -       21 Apr 22 

In the night 

I watch and think 

Through all the dreams 

That hold me

Wondering why 

They do 

When did they start 

Why did they start 

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So many dreams seem to have no purpose. 

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Candle

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Gentle light on a beautiful face. 

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Candle       -       20 Apr 22

A candle 

Lit a long hour ago 

Light is still strong 

Shows me 

Your sweet smile 

I still feel it 

Enduring on my lips 

Forever fresh

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The feel of some kisses lasts forever.

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Ultramarine

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A lovely colour.

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Ultramarine         -        19 Apr 22

Looking deep in the night sky

Above and beyond the sea

Between the stars all that shows 

The dark ultramarine of home 

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Looking into the blue.

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Pale Reality

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Unreal dreams. 

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Pale Fiction         -        18 Apr 22

In empty dreams I wait

For you to meet me 

Again in the places 

Where we used to be 

Before the real 

Tried to reclaim 

Distort our reality 

Into the pale fiction 

That was never for us

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Always on guard for the intrusion. 

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In My Heart

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A Love song that came to me almost fully formed. 

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In My Heart         -        17 Apr 22

Can you look at me 

Without seeing you 

I have held you

In my Heart 

So many times 

And for so long

We are almost one 

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For the one special person. 

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Random Shore

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The strand line has some interesting items if you choose to look.

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Random Shore        -        16 Apr 22 

Washed up by a wave 

On a random shore 

A thought torn from

Tired mind adrift 

Between words 

Unknowing

Between minds

Unaware 

Still travelling 

On the tide 

When the strand

Releases 

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Waiting for the larger wave to make the change.

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Tears

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Sometimes. 

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Tears        -        15 Apr 22

Morning weeps gentle tears

For the passing of night 

Wet dawn sun dries the sky

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A little poem today.

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Places

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It is in these places where the special things happen. 

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Places        -       14 Apr 22

Going to often places 

Unexpected in the drift 

Of what is normally said 

Feeling the touch 

Of a welcome hand 

In the dark 

Of a dreamworld 

Between words 

And thoughts 

Hiding 

Behind them

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Always expect the unexpected. 

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Fragments

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This is sometimes the way poems are birthed.

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Fragments        -       13 Apr 22

Out of the light 

Images grow 

Memories scintillate 

Leaving thoughts behind 

Poem fragments

On random pieces 

Of torn paper 

Gather and glow 

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They grow by themselves. 

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Colours

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Happy sadness when watching the colours.

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Colours       -       12 Apr 22 

Colours of evening 

Muted gold 

Spread on blanket

Of cloud 

Against soft blue 

Pale memories of day 

Fade into night 

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Colours and hues are often the most beautiful at this time.

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