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Ode to Marc Chagall

Mr Chagall your angels sitting high mad horses laughing cows touching my hair I am afraid to say but is this art may I ask why why would you call it so I stand upset the rhymes of your brush … Continue reading

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new year

this new year like a new cat gingerly comes onto my lap not sure yet of the wilted roses which should be gone for good by now like the ones which are cast away in return for a new chance … Continue reading

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if I were to love you

if I were to love you there would be a sudden spring running across my street with her hair long on the wind singing   if I were to love you you would look at me as if you have … Continue reading

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in your space

in your space my heart dwells like a bluebell on the edge it has always been another morning there – I remember – always one more morning for yet another hope emerging from the soft meanders of a night which … Continue reading

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Jetta-Jay’s dancing portrait

                              she danced into a harder colour of time she swirled along that undescribed line where hearts usually shiver out of the excitement of thought as … Continue reading

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kites

  they did not teach you how to fly in dry red was the discovery made on hard backs of high horses pretending their way yet tulips still grew under your belt and spring always came in same shoes running … Continue reading

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chambers

  chambers enter from the sea-side on a low tide golden fish and their silky images surround April scented steps   seashells no need to count as if abundance lived here in generous arms of strong waves to lift you … Continue reading

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