DIVE

“dive for dreams” – E.E. Cummings dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind)   trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward)   honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at…

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SURFING THE WHALE

  I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares. Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves — SURFING THE WHALE Road, Eternal road Yellow line constant bend Black; here; is it wall or Fall I’m…

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AND IT WAS …

Under the table lies a cork and there, in the corner; carelessly kicked off shoes. Wineglasses stand around with tired sediment-smiles, while the crumbled biscuits are swept away. As I think back on the tales that we shared, and the laughs that we had … egad! I just remembered; I forgot to serve the bloody…

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CLOUDS FOR PAULA

Handstands, cartwheels; upside down view of the sky. Lying on my back greensmell grass prickles, there’ll be a rash at bathtime! making stories out of clouds: look, there; a camel or a monkey with a big cigar! Respectable now, older; feet on the ground, sensible shoes. Only look upward once in while; do I need…

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RUNNING RELIGIOUSLY

He runs; early enough to hear the imam’s call high in the mosque’s minaret. Feet pounding tar, he passes catholic schoolgirls getting off a bus outside the convent. His breath steaming, he trots by pious men with earlocks walking slowly, in pairs to the Chester road synagogue. He thinks of tolerance, then gives it up…

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SIDE VIEW’S WEEKEND THEME : HIDING

I stand    some distance away    not above, or under;    but level with where I am now: To measure, or weigh; to try to see the hiding Me of Me. But the view is obscured. I cannot see beyond MinutiaE. Photograph: Lyndsay Barr For more takes on Side View’s weekend theme, go to:…

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DREAM WARP: HEARTBEAT

  I’m swimming just beneath the surface of my dream; not fighting, letting the current carry me, like fronds of some pliant plant. Bluegreen light; far above beckons with a faint murmur: I drift … And now: louder a heartbeat NO! A ticking clock; A shrill alarm. I’m going to be late for her lesson!

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TRAVEL DREAMS

Before dawn. Soft, dewy grass beneath my back, my friend The Moon is obliterated by an airplane coming in to land. Where have these travelers been I wonder. I yearn to travel again. To marvel at other cultures, to taste foreign foods and take photographs of ancient buildings. Oh how sad, I regret that it…

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THE EARLY HOURS

A car thumps by, outside on the rain spattered road; youngsters, I think and smile. My dogs, snoring in ecstatic little grunts, make this room smell of biscuits, I don’t mind, it’s rather nice. Beneath my fingers a conversation almost happens, with a clever boy in London. As you age, it is said, you need…

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OFFICIAL POETRY AWARDS – JULY

Thank you to Jingle and the bloggers who nominated me / voted for me. I feel very honoured. Congratulations to the very deserving poets who also won the award. Constantly and selflessly, Jingle works at supporting the poets who blog. The amount of energy and time that she puts into this every day of her…

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JAZZ AT THE LAKE 2008

We did not inherit this world form our ancestors, we are borrowing it from our children. This quote, along with some close variants, is sometimes labeled as an Indian proverb, or attributed to Antoine de St. Exupery, or to Ralph Waldo Emerson or to David Bower.   (BIO) DEGRADATION Because the town turned eighty they…

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