Tag: meaning
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The ToyBox
words, raw and chaotic spilling like an upturned toybox, a riot of colour and shape and size, waiting to be sorted, to be loved or discarded and ultimately, reduced to black type on white screen. the gleeful joy of the upended toybox, now constrained by order. who can say which is best to convey meaning?…
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Christmas in Tasmania
This poem was prompted by the poem Hugh wrote that I read this morning, got me thinking what signals Christmas to me. Raspberries and Strawberries, picked fresh from the bush, the smell of fresh cut hay, on a summers evening hush. A thunderstorm with lightning, flashing in the dark, the mouth-watering aroma , wafting from…
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