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A Dream World?

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A world was built in violence, that became a creation of beauty, of peace to become a habitat for all living creatures. A home was built a sanctuary for coexisting, for loving each other not a place for hate. A sadness pervades much that has been built homes become squalid, destroyed  sanctuary becomes a danger peace becomes war. But… we build again a home a sanctuary a peace loving world, and hope and pray that hate will become an extinct word of nightmares. Continue reading A Dream World?

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A Perfect Imperfection

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Even his imperfections were perfect perfect imperfections made in such a way that the imperfections the… disfigurements, flaws, deformities were all perfect they blended, contrasted, merged to create a flawless whole. Imperfections that were incompatible opposed to life unsuited to the here and now not in accord with the there and then. The perfect imperfections took flight became what they could not be his journey was short but a perfect one became… eternal. March It was such a long time ago. The pain once felt is a thing of the past yet when I think about him, my special little … Continue reading A Perfect Imperfection

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Seasons

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Bluebells in the meadowreflected the colour of her eyesas they laid togetherunder fresh spring skies. Months were long when summer cameand the sun glistened in her hair.They sat on the rivers edgetogether, without a care. Autumn called with jewels of gold,their lips came together under weakening rays.They kicked and laughedrunning through the cooling days. They wanted forever and a dayuntil winter brought a mighty chillto the love that was growingbut now, lay dead and still. Continue reading Seasons

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How I Loved

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How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved

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The Midnight Drive

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Being blinded by the early evening sun, I drove into the hospital grounds, searching for a space, any space in which to squeeze my car; this seemed such a long time ago as I stood in the dark, with space all around and only one vehicle to be seen – which was mine. I had entered the hospital grounds in sunlight but left under emptying clouds; I did not want to leave my son back there, struggling to survive, fighting for air. Go home the nurses said, go to bed, get some rest, come back fresh in the morning. Where … Continue reading The Midnight Drive

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Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

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I dragged my blue-grey fingers over the name you were buried with, black letters chiselled into pale cold stone sunk in wet unkempt grass, marking the spot where you lay alone with your dreams in death, just as you did in life. I was one of the lonely people, Eleanor, you never saw or heard me you never listened when I tried to help. I was always there, Eleanor, but to you I was invisible, I had no voice I didn’t exist in your world. They say, nobody went to your funeral but I did, I leaned against a distant … Continue reading Eleanor Rigby’s Brother