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Portmanteau: Shadorma

PORTMANTEAU

I carry
Enjoyment with me
Wherever
I wander
And very seldom fail to
Find a use for it

Details In The Thread

DETAILS IN THE THREAD

The tree spreads
The fawn is small
Shelters, nurtured

Air – as will water
Will fill or empty
Whatever space
Is encountered
At this time

Large – as small
Dissolves
As time shucks off
Its shackles
And chuckles

Contented

Perennial Winter Of Discontent

PERENNIAL WINTER OF DISCONTENT

Awake in is-ness
Not contented with content
Sought the container

Free As A Bird

FREE AS A BIRD

Woke up this morning
Nothing to live or die for
I sang my heart out

Spirit In Repose (22a)

SPIRIT IN REPOSE

Quite at peace
Is how you find me
Quietly
Confident
Of the coming day and yes
Those that follow too

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Shadorma November

Wayfaring

WAYFARING

Accumulate little
Give much
Speak little
Observe much

Hope Sweet Home

HOPE SWEET HOME

I ceased my dreamings
Of anywhere but today
Et voilà, c’est ça!

Scabs And Shackles

SCABS AND SHACKLES

Wouldn’t mind dying
He wouldn’t mind anything
He has his freedom

Love

LOVE

Getting nowhere
And contented
For after all
(And before all)
Nowhere
Is no more than
Now and here
Cosying up together

The Happy Hermit

THE HAPPY HERMIT

It’s true I’ve shared my home
With a few folk over the years
And no real disasters as such
So I’m happy to reminisce

It always kind of happened
No big plans, no schemes
(OK, once or twice, to add
A “benefit” to a friendship)

Never under urgent pressure
To solve a cash-flow problem
But simply the flow of time
Of fate and circumstance

So since the family home
And other than when married
I have always lived alone
Come rain or sunshine

Sleep in the afternoon? Fine!
Stay up till all hours? No probs!
Make and break all the rules
Free as a bird … Free as the wind

A few moments of loneliness, yes
But in the end – or at least for me
You just can’t beat living alone
I remind myself “Allein ist am besten”

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