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Mo ‘n’ I
MO ‘n’ I
You’re seventy now
Who’d have thought it?
I recall our twenties
Here we are again
After all these years
Sharing an evening
Baring naked hearts
Across a gin or two
And a tear or two
Your conclusion
Too needy to share
Alone now and happy
My own conclusion
Can’t call myself happy
Contented feels more comfortable
My lengthy searching
Taught me call expectation
The mother of disappointment
We’ve given it all up
That bouncy folderol
Not born here to be loved
As you hear me out
Unchallenged or judged
As I you my dear one
Let’s do what’s next
Whether we like it or not
Each a poet with a spanner
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
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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Scabs And Shackles
SCABS AND SHACKLES
Wouldn’t mind dying
He wouldn’t mind anything
He has his freedom
