Tag: Poetry
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At Eighteen
At eighteen I sit with dreams of love but no way to build the reality the material has become redundant at 24 ************************************************* One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
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“On this Day” Repost – The Dog
Facebook has one good feature – “On This Day”, and it’s reminded me why I’m feeling a bit …”off” … today. My original post can be found here. ************************* The dog takes me for a walk, pulling against the leash, strong and determined, straining to break free. We only walk in winter, the dog and…
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Avoidance
Cards flicking silently on an electronic screen thoughts careening wildly looping through my brain no meaningful outcome to either occupation just time used without solution 8/6/2017
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“On This Day” Repost – Haiku Challenge
Facebook “On This Day” has just reminded me that once upon a time I enjoyed participating in a Haiku Challenge. This one resonated with me today, as it’s challenge words were “think” and “fresh“. The original post from 2 years ago can be found here. ****************************** The fresh scent of Autumn shaking off languid Summer…
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Not the C F Lullaby
Dear Bloggy-friend Lily, I promised you a lullaby, and I had composed a cracker of one driving to work on Tuesday, but as usual I had forgotten it by the time I was anywhere I could write it down. All I remember now was that I was going to call it “The C F Lullaby”. …
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The Button
It’s little things that push, the buttons that say “don’t”, you always think you’ll know, but you really ever won’t. There’s just the hiss of vacuum, as the air goes rushing out, when the button touches circuits, that say “now it’s time to shout”. And after it’s all over, and the button has popped back,…
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Reduced Fraction
***My brain just won’t let this one go, it nagged at me today, (don’t be so wordy, make it cleaner, simpler, distil it down) so I had to rewrite it again. I promise, this is the last time, a variation of three is more than enough. Somewhere, out there, you may be. Walking around, the…
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New Fraction
somewhere out there, you may be. walking around, the other half of my love, the other half of my life. come find me, soon. © ceenoa *Based on an old, old poem I wrote 30 years ago – re-written today
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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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If you went down to the woods today
If you went down to the woods today, did you walk in sunshine or stand in the shadow? If you went down to the woods today, did you dance in the leaves or recline in the wallow? If you went down to the woods today, did you walk on the wide or step on…
Ceenoa 
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