I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

26 January 2013

Wet Day


Wet day, cosy,
in bed together snuggling
reading, sipping coffee ...

well that's how it used to be.
Today it's just me
and the cats. Bugger!

8 comments:

  1. I love your poetry. You get it.

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  2. Well, at least teh cats are happy with the arrangement!

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  3. Times change. Times will change. Neat little poem.

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  4. Thank you for the smile. :)

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  5. Laughing
    Ooooops, suppose to say sorry.
    But you made me laugh. Bugger!

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  6. What is it about that word, which used to be a very terrible swear word and now is guaranteed to raise a laugh?

    Thank you all for kindly commenting. And you are all correct - this piece is sad, angry and wryly humorous all at once.

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