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Rusticated walls –
Wood posing as stone, falseness ~
Most unlike the man.

The farm, the garden in bloom ~
Here he is, feeding the world.

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You taught violin –

Shafts of light in the school day ~

Sister among boys –

I think we were your children –

and I want to thank you now.

Post flight, wait for bags –
The carousel, they arrive ~
Old nun, beside him.

He stays to help her with hers –
Why do we do that? Strange beasts.

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Trudging Oakley Road –
Heavy bags cutting fingers ~
Recalls student days.

Housewarming a friend’s new home ~
Much the same, much also changed.

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Once, we were hunting –
Two taken down ~ second lost –
Lost in the bracken.

It was down, deserved honour –
Boy, driven mad seeking it.

Arranging three shapes –
Neutral ~ outline form, shadow ~
Red green, yellow green…

Fill in the blue white background –
Only now, ready to paint.

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Hoheria blooms –
Finally, Summer is here –
White flower carpet.

Excited bees, ‘gainst the clock
Flowers falling, soft warm snow.

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/

Tails

This deep dream we share –
Of jumping high and so far ~
Ancestor echoes.

Fire

Our backs to the fire –
Facing into the deep dark –
Some watch while some sleep.

Flint

The flint is fashioned –
Nodule to tool ~ final form –
Seen in the mind’s eye.

Mammut

Felled mammoth’s last breath –
Comes after much waiting ~ watched –
We give it its time.

Rivals

The dark ones attack –
We shield the women –
We kill ~ no remorse.

Fall

All mums are busy –
Gathering the ripened fruits –
A time to take stock.

Meat has given us time ~ now –
We shape the world ~ bit by bit.

Image

Blow paint on the hand –
Leaves a mark on the cave wall –
Wave to the future.

Ice

The Ice grows bigger –
Scouring away all our work –
and so we move South.

We meet the others ~ a truce –
The first child ~ hybrid vigour.

Passing

Mammoths excepted –
We’re the only animal –
That tends to our dead.

Rise

As leaves slowly fall –
Viewed ~ a new phenomenon –
Someone feels for them.

The Ice grows bigger –
Scouring away all our work –
and so we move South.

We meet the others ~ a truce –
The first child ~ hybrid vigour.

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