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| The time has come…. | June 14, 2014 | There are many things I could write about today: what I watched on TV during the week my new sneakers how it’s time to start cooler weather exercise how even though I thought I’d go to the pool through the winter months I don’t really like the inside pool because of the chlorine-y humidity the […] |
| Post op poetry | October 3, 2010 | Who knew that one of the effects of having an operation would be that you start writing weird, and quite possibly,very bad poetry? Not me, but it’s happening whether I like it or not. So in the interest of any Spiralling Shape poetry aficionados I now have a companion blog for poems only, (so as […] |
| Post op poetry | Who knew that one of the effects of having an operation would be that you start writing weird, and quite possibly,very bad poetry? Not me, but it’s happening whether I like it or not. So in the interest of any Spiralling Shape poetry aficionados I now have a companion blog for poems only, (so as […] |
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| i carry your heart with me | August 11, 2010 | i carry your heart with me – ee cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it’s you are […] |
| i carry your heart with me | i carry your heart with me – ee cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it’s you are […] |
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| An autumnal poem | February 28, 2009 | To Autumn: John Keats SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 5 And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and […] |
| An autumnal poem | To Autumn: John Keats SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 5 And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and […] |