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  1. The bald man

    Thanks Tony. I was thinking of two, but there is a unity of experience. best Phil
  2. My Morning Walk

    Enjoyed Tink. Watched a Blackbird enjoying some berries on my walk yesterday. Of course, in these days of global warming, winter has arrived late. Sad that warmer winters mean many animals do not hibernate properly, and so use up more energy, and do not survive. best badge
  3. The bald man

    She saw a man shovel snowflakes and confetti into a skip. Not a big job, not a headache she thought. And yet his weathered scalp gathered the glint of hard labour. That sweat, a melt like frost on oak, led to her tears: a daft half-hour for both, the bald woman and bloke.
  4. Eric and the owl

    I think this very readable, imaginative story would benefit from more full-stops. I've given an example above. best badge
  5. Moonshadows

    An appealing, gentle write, with a hint of frailty in the concluding line that threads to that use of the past tense. Nicely restrained. best badge
  6. After

    Thanks Tony. I do have a habit of revising best Phil
  7. Ignored

    Thank you Frank. I must admit that there was no intent at genre writing. The poem is the result of a walk.
  8. Haiku Train - catch it - free tickets

    twinkling night sets in their claret glasses, a toast to that hooting owl
  9. After

    revised I wonder at the quiet. Is this all mine? I ask. Of course, there is no other. No voice comes to mind. I wander in the quiet. Is this all mine? I ask. Of course, there are no others. A thought coming to mind. I wither in this quiet. Will there be others? I ask. A thought leaving no other. The quiet gathers my mind. original I wonder at the quiet. Is this all mine? I ask. Of course, there is no other. No voice comes to mind. I wander in the quiet. Is this all mine? I ask. Of course, there are no others. A thought coming to mind. I wither in this quiet. Will there be others? I ask. A thought leaving my mind. I wonder at the quiet.
  10. Ignored

    Thanks Tink and Tony!
  11. Forester

    Exciting news Tony. As always look forward to reading your poems. thanks Phil
  12. Pele

    Nicely done Tink. The title caught my eye, and the poem led me to research. I find that the short form often threads that way. all the best badge
  13. Ignored

    revision You close the gate. The grazers look up, move on as one; their wariness lingers, so does our primal pride. The track muddies these boots, muffles our noise. Two dippers skip rocks, a stream rain happy; and us, on-lookers, too weary and wet to hide . We find in them a fearless joy. original You close the gate. The grazers look up, move on as one; their wariness lingers, so does our primal pride. The track muddies these boots, muffles our noise. Two dippers skip rocks, a stream rain happy; and us, on-lookers, too weary.
  14. Forester

    The chapel's weathervane points south. That canopy of autumn rust beguiles the crowd. On Cannop Ponds a cacophony of mallards, moorhen and coots, a herring gull; along the track the flocks of bikes and hikers, kids and dog walkers; an oak, stout like grandma's clock, dazzles, unthreads the darkest tales. Her weathered cloth warms his morning as if there were no dreams of wolves.
  15. Notes For The Other Self

    That made me smile. Always dip into Creeley. best badge
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