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THE ANTI-TEA TOWEL POEM for FATHER’S DAY There aren’t any cards in Tesco’s, Hallmark, or the ever-so-fashionable Farmers’ Market to say to someone on Father’s Day “Sorry your father wasn’t around for you, or sorry your children’s father isn’t around … Continue reading
Cherry blossom snow, sweet birdsong. Tiny pleasures my child will never know.
Cherry-blossom-rain how small our late spring how sweet our parting sorrow!
Finishing line in sight! Watch what follows. The goal you seek is not the goal. Thanks for following, sorry I have not replied to many. My regular photoblog is at http://www.blipfoto.com/woodpeckers, and I hope to keep publishing smaller micro poems, … Continue reading
Greys like this Days like this, of greyness when the spring, which seemed to be sprung retreats, leaving the washing sagging on the line; the birds scratching bare earth; the flowers tightly furled; kettle unboiled tea still dry in the … Continue reading
Melting you fire me up you pierce me I long for you your tongue, your touch as the marshmallow longs for the toasting fork. Another ‘poem of sarcastic dislilke’ as suggested by another National Poetry Writing Month exercise, but this … Continue reading