Doubtful

Originally posted on the Reinvented Poet:
This is torture that it is This doubtful state – Bliss-less, listless – Breeding ground Enzymatic hate Entropic heat Irrevocably clean Slate but dirty?laundry And full and empty?glasses And lost and found And too soon, And too late

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The sun

Our sun it lights  What we mark off: Each day – And we go on. Our lives we bite Our own part of: Each day – And we go on. It’s in our hearts,  It’s in our breasts, And beats  In every bodies chest: It is this day, It is our sun: This life –…

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The top drawer metaphor

What is in yours?  It’s a bit like show us your undies,  Only more personal. What’s in mine ?  Hearing aid batteries Shoe store  bookmark – With a link to the website  That you obviously cannot hyperlink However, there is also an iPad  Tucked away 10 minutes ago By my  OCD lover. And wife A…

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Kaff’s Ashes 

Originally posted on the Reinvented Poet:
She quit her day job. I would consider most people a bit rash for doing this. Particularly anyone lucky enough to have a Law Degree and the common sense to back it up.Not our Kaff though. When she announced her plan we were sitting on a couch bathing in social…

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Kaff’s Ashes 

She quit her day job. I would consider most people a bit rash for doing this. Particularly anyone lucky enough to have a Law Degree and the common sense to back it up.Not our Kaff though. When she announced her plan we were sitting on a couch bathing in social media and sunlight. I listened to…

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