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Burning Eyes

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Eyes that burnt burnt for you burnt for me flames devoured everything emotions, dreams a vision of joy of someone given someone so special. Eyes seared with pain a blurred vision of an opaque appearance fleeting glimpses through falling droplets from a river of sadness. Those dreams melted faded away with the passing of time slipping slowly out of reach outstretched fingers frantically grasping for the life that would soon be a memory. Those eyes burned all hope diminished no lies told. The fire continued to flicker the flame will never dim the memories will forever glow in the embers … Continue reading Burning Eyes

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Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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And that one Beatles song that for me is the best is… Well, before the song, some more scene setting. This is the image in my mind that the song often returns me to. A weekday morning at some point in 1967. It must have been a school holiday as me and my brother were not at school and dad was at work. In those days we had a duffle bag full of toy cars – matchbox cars, dinky toys, all sorts of motor vehicles, all shapes and sizes and many of them scratched and with buckled wheels. Newer cars … Continue reading Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 1

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In previous posts this week I talked about how the smell of freshly cut grass transports me back to a more carefree time – to the summers of the 1960’s and 70’s, and how those memories also bring my parents to mind. Today I am again… reminiscing. I have recently been listening to, and finished, a podcast series about the songs of Paul McCartney. Every episode covered a specific song each of which provided me a nugget or two about those songs that I was unaware of previously. But rather than talk about what I have learnt I want to … Continue reading Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 1

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Grass – Part 2

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Those days were hot, endless, full of orange squash and jam sandwiches and fun. The morning I wrote this piece it followed a bright full moon and a heavy frost. On numerous occasions over the years I have watched the white-tipped blades of grass turn into lawns of dew and damp rotting dark brown oak leaves. When I walked across the grass earlier this morning, after the freezing air had caught my breath, the grass crisped beneath my feet. I looked back and saw my size nine prints in the frost chasing me. This was all far removed from those … Continue reading Grass – Part 2

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That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

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That moment when darkness confuses, But wide open eyes see, When confusion heightens awakening senses, When the air is fresh and clear, Cold air smacks unprotected skin, And the stars in their multitudes, Become real, distant, yet near. That moment when he ran down the lane, Darting ahead, Running free, Beneath the star speckled sky, Wanting to be the first, The first to the five bar gate. Cocooned in the warmth of a protective arm. As a finger painted across the endless canvas, The Plough, the North Star, Orion’s Belt, Wonder filled those gazing eyes, When constellations and light years, … Continue reading That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

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Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

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The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell, Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber, Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey, That sat atop the winter horizon. Translucent view through crystal eyes believed, The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears, Rather than happy recollections of long lost years. A view once shared and stories told, Now isolation presses down upon a soul, Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter, As memories pour down from wide open skies, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

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A New Way Of Life – Day 15

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Creativity runs in the family…. A number of years ago I agreed to write a series of poems. That series has never got any further than rough notes and a very loose plan. The plan had been to pen around twenty short poems, perhaps more accurately described as verses, to fill a small book that my mum had made. I have always thought that my own creativity has been passed on to me by mum, although I will never be as talented as she is. Over the years, she has tried her hand at so many different arts and crafts; … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 15

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Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

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The lowering sun bid a sad farewell, Reluctantly slipping behind a band of grey that sat upon the winter horizon, Wrapped against the late afternoon chill, He fooled himself, Pretended that the tears were a watering, A result of the whipping wind against his face, But tears they were, Real and sad, Lonely droplets wiped away by a gloved hand. The wide view, Across the field was different, No longer shared as he leaned in isolation, Recalling the warmth of fond memories, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

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A New Way Of Life – Day 7

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Dear Dad…..(a message from afar). I wish you were here, I always wish you were still with us as I miss you so much. But having said that, I am glad you are not here to experience what this world is currently having to deal with. I think you are probably better off away from all of this mayhem and madness. The photograph below, is of Dad looking out into the Atlantic Ocean from Sennen Cove, Cornwall in the UK. This was a holiday we shared in November 2016; Dad’s last holiday and around seven months before cancer took him … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 7