the tock of the clock
a wavering sheer curtain
in a room of old wood
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Night in the urban forest
A place to jot down my writings, musings, meanderings and thoughts...
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Poetry night
Night in the urban forest
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- The Aluminist
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- Wisdom Quarterly
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- Karen Rutherford - Freelance Writer
- From The Studio of Caroline Roberts
- Anne Fernald - Fernham
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I love that first line.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anne!
ReplyDeleteMichael: It is the flexibility of the curtain against the "old" wood that has compelled me to contemplate these lines for the last few weeks. Thanks for the exercise.
ReplyDeleteThe inspiration for this poem comes from a room in my grandfather's old house when I was a young boy. It still holds a lot of energy. Glad I could pass its strength along to others.
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