21st August 2021 Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com Please note, this is just a poem, it does not reflect me at the present but may resonate with some. Midnight? That’s not my time At least, not at my time of life Cocoa’s long been drunk Teeth cleaned, and into the arms of Morpheus But …
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Death in a vase
Flowers, withering without water. Drying, dying, none to care. Petals dropping, one by one, Dying, drying, abhorrent, uncared. The slightest breeze and several fall Dried, died, yet still fragrant. Their perfume fills only the imagination. Reality is the smell of stagnation. The aroma of death, By midday sun or moonlit night They fall, dead, dry, …
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When It Rains It Pours
As we face 2021 there will be times when we feel overwhelmed and outnumbered by the things that are coming against us. Have you heard the saying, “when it rains, it pours.” For example, at the same time as the central heating needs repairing, the car breaks down, and then you get the news that …
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