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Apparently it is valentine’s today. But without anyone to share with I’d just have to indulge in this tub on me own 🖖
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.~Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Sonnet 43 {1806 – 1861}
Photo: Morning greeting’ – Gloucestershire, Cotswolds, England by Cat Perkinton.
mothmouth
Hey guys, my book is out and ready and I can’t believe it!!!!!!
I have been working on this book for the last year or so, and I think it may be one of the first things I am proud of when it comes to my poetry. Thank you all for your support and help over this last year –
Look what just arrived!
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Note to self: You know this worry that has been spinning and turning and rumbling around for a while. About being alive but not having a life. Well, tonight I learned that you can actually have a life without being alive! It is all about being an object, and to transition between contexts, just get made, get used, and find a suitable afterlife; you can live forever, without actually needing to be alive. Wicked.
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the kiss
It has now been ten years
since I kissed a pair of lips,
They were the only pair
I ever found worth kissing,
I have resigned the thought
of ever kiss such lips again,
Better to stay true to self
and linger; yet dreaming
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this time
So, I made the plan that was a requirement this time. The ‘Essay Plan’ that would revolutionise my career and take my writing to new heights. I then turned towards the actual work, the writing. The Conclusion came easy, followed by an Introduction fitting for royalties. With 20% of the essay completed I sighed; where’s the body of this essay suppose to come from? The ‘Essay Plan’ clearly stated from where but […] . So I ended up on the sofa; with a pizza and a bottle of wine… Hemingway never said ‘write drunk; edit sober’, but I think this is going to be one of those nights.
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On Average
I am, all things considered, fairly average,
On days of sunshine; a genius I admit,
Under dark clouds; a stupid, stupid git: git,
I am, all things considered, fairly average,
Cut me in half; any point will do,
You will find me in equal parts; of two,
A biped, one glass half-full; one half-empty,
I am, all things considered, fairly average
Icicles on the morrow
A hope once held in steady hand,
Aligning life; present all around,
Simple as a task; like tuning a guitar,
Board a taxi; destination: afar,
Ignoring cost; saving face, and cake.
A dream once presented; black and white,
Be there; defiant in the no-go areas,
Show no fear; show no sorrow,
Birds will sing; and Shostakovich dream,
Is there time left; tick tock says the clock.
A thought once lost; irrelevant alikely,
Catch a bird; in hand has value,
Sparrows or Hummingbirds alike,
Bygones be bygones; be that as it was,
Icicles form without death or sorrow.
On this I will ponder; on the morrow.