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To the Motherland for a while –
It is clear that I must visit the Sea –

Pick up the familiar clasts and cast them into the surf –

The headlands that I can trace in my sleep, as familiar as the back of my hands (changing with age, wind and sun) –

The sound of the waves, hypnotic and addictive, never easy to leave –

Easier knowing they will always be there, indeed there will always be an Ireland, long after we are all gone.

   
   

A sudden surprise –
The appearance of my hands ~
Aged and beaten.

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Simple craft –
Functional beauty ~
Just right.

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A wide ring –
The second finger –
Not wed yet.

Autumnal cooling –
Fingers, broken years ago ~
Bone thermometers.

So many lunches –
A comfortable friendship ~
Use our mitts to eat.

Outside, time is passing by ~
and to each, their own moment.

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Grateful acceptance of Poetry Palace award for week 54.

http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-54.html

I wish to nominate ‘Halfway Between The Gutter And The Stars’ for the next award. ‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the kerb.’
http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/

Clean nails, unbitten –
Small Man, learning what matters –
A sure, firm, handshake.

A Tickle Monster –
Makes small children squirm and squeal ~
Saturday morning.

His emotive words –
Lead good boys and girls ~ willing –
To their destruction.

Hummingbird fast hands –
Final crescendo, brings smiles ~
They always want more.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk60ObnbIOk=em

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