Real Poems

Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Cinderella

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I limp every step to my room, find a familiar bed; lose guitar and piano and drum, all that was said; turn back towards adolesc...
Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Bright Snow

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Light is bright outside Peterborough station, high above a fey half-moon leads my eye up to air: inside, we face each other – chatter ...
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Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Hot Blood

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A bluebottle flies around our bedroom, even though it’s winter outside – sub zero and central heating turns and soon clicks off t...
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Monday, 11 January 2010

Answer

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If I could construct a spiritual pathway it would revolve and lift a spiral beyond any roof. We’d walk in water with bot...
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Saturday, 9 January 2010

Hope

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Hope feels. Take here and now. Hope lifts, transforms comfort and discomfort, goes beyond them both – higher - not bereft o...
Friday, 8 January 2010

Cold Snow

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We went sledging - boys do, raking powder snow turning, laughing, lugging back up speckled white with neck drips, back drips. A...
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Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Stranger

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On a Supermarket run, I drive a little faster than considered legal, find a few black cars pootling along so I start to overtak...
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