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Another Window

07 Saturday May 2022

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age, Another Window, creative, death, loss, Love, Memories, nostalgia, Observations, poems, poetry, verse, Wish, writing

The floorboards creaked beneath his feet

As he moved slowly

Creeping almost like a cat

One foot before the other

In metronomic time 

To a beat that sounded somewhere

In the past

In a town a million years

From where he was

A home too far ago to live

In any other memory 

He walked

From room to room to

Dusty room

Gathering the waif-like days

Like breaths between the stones

To scatter free on the passing breeze

That reminded him of

Someone else

A fragrant fragment of another life

Another prayer

Another window

He looks out over the rooves and chimneys

That pepper the town with breaths

And fill the air with silence

That floats above the houses

Like a shroud

Like a pocket watch counting

Numbering each moment

As it drifts away towards the hills

Towards the sea

Towards the beat that still

Sounds somewhere

In the past

As he watches and wants

As the floorboards creak.

Something New

03 Saturday Jul 2021

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creative, dreams, Fear, hope, Love, Memories, music, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Something New, verse, writing

I listened then to something new

The softly whispered

Tender words

They made me think of you.

The melody inside my head

Swam from ear to

Ear to heart

And kissed me restless in my bed.

It filled my dreams with thoughts unknown

The melancholic

Touch of love

The early shoots of seeds once sown.

It made me feel like I had lost

Something that I

Had never owned

A burning hole the final cost.

I listened then to something old

It took me far from

Fragrant fields

And left me safe but left me cold.

Days of Nostalgia

24 Saturday Mar 2018

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Childhood, creative, history, Life, Memories, nostalgia, Past, poems, poetry, verse, writing

When we were younger

Our feet danced

To the beat of the factories

On every street,

Metal bins rattled

Voices roared

As our rain-heavy leather ball

Slapped on the wall,

And we watched our dads

As hooters blew

Stride from the heat to the corner pub

And the pull of beer,

It was always enough

To halt our game

And wonder at the marvel of what

Lay ahead for us,

As the words of our mothers

Rang in our ears

And we knew that all too soon our games

Would be lost for good,

And that the storm ahead

Was rising still

Our adult lives being forged in the mill

Despite our cries,

Sweets and penny chews

On happy days

We dipped our toes like liquorice sticks

In life’s tart sherbet,

But not for us, not yet

The working hours

Our endless time still filled with joys that

Poverty couldn’t kill,

As on the kitchen table

Our mothers served their fare

The food that always smelled so good yet

Always was the same,

And mornings came so very late

With our fathers gone

And days of school – what did we learn

But how to play the game?

And did we ever really know

What lay beyond

The streets down which we lived our days

And voices never heard?

I Knew You Better

28 Saturday Oct 2017

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Creative writing, inspiration, Memories, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Truth, verse, writing

I knew you better then

When days were younger and

Every door was open,

When the roads that we ran down

Were soaked with morning rain

But led to other roads,

And every virgin corner

Gave rise to something new

Something that we could hold,

Or lose inside our hearts

And evening’s journey home

Never crossed our minds,

I knew you better then

When every alleyway

Was dressed in blossom’s cloak,

When crimson veins ran rich

And pulsed with love unknown

Like corridors of hope,

When fear’s unshaven head

Stayed hidden far from sight

And never crossed our path,

And complacency of age

Swept over by time’s hand

Cast us in a shallow shell.

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