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The mirror thought that it was Michaelangelo But He knew better and in the fat, white Fererra light his hands in the water thickened, and wrinkled and aged. The smoking stink of tallow sputtered sulphur light that shaded the window an old pewter bowl discoloured horse tooth stains black on grey the soot in his eyes black speckled now soot on the page and age stained the proud mirror mocked by smooth marble and smoother tongues washed out backness bleak as dark eyes hooded by wrinkled skin. Water ripples round trembling hands marble chips fall through an emptying hourglass the mirror's delusion mere mockery of the perfection that he once wrought

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Feb 9

Feb 9, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC

The Mirror and Michaelangelo

The mirror thought that it was Michaelangelo But He knew better and in the fat, white Fererra light his hands in the water thickened, and wrinkled and aged. The smoking stink of tallow sputtered sulphur light that shaded the window an old pewter bowl discoloured horse tooth stains black on grey the soot in his eyes black speckled now soot on the page and age stained the proud mirror mocked by smooth marble and smoother tongues washed out backness bleak as dark eyes hooded by wrinkled skin. Water ripples round trembling hands marble chips fall through an emptying hourglass the mirror's delusion mere mockery of the perfection that he once wrought

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Footsteps and the whispers held in the mouths of gods black as pine needles old loves like mountain rocks sculpted into shrines that glint in sunset paths and trails purposes oblique hawk cries and the lake that sparkles in morning

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Dec 2, 2024

Dec 2, 2024 at 8:19 AM UTC

divine path

Footsteps and the whispers held in the mouths of gods black as pine needles old loves like mountain rocks sculpted into shrines that glint in sunset paths and trails purposes oblique hawk cries and the lake that sparkles in morning

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The end of Memory Hard and dull, matt surface Plaster white and bitter Tasting of no return, no reruns Just a passing out of reach Animate to inanimate Clockwork spring extending End of memory Not forgetfulness of a Lotus eater's gape Nor distance crowded out With noise and meaning filling All the gaps The spaces left for colour and The lines that merge in a single Perspective point Of memory Gradual fading and graduation Stutters of old strangeness Pretences of identity Nighttime of distant blues Past sunsets Or mountains drawn Childish grey pyramids Sinking in childish grey sands Memory Unspoken and Matt and Linear and Lunar and Lastly And

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Nov 18, 2024

Nov 18, 2024 at 8:42 AM UTC

The end of memory

The end of Memory Hard and dull, matt surface Plaster white and bitter Tasting of no return, no reruns Just a passing out of reach Animate to inanimate Clockwork spring extending End of memory Not forgetfulness of a Lotus eater's gape Nor distance crowded out With noise and meaning filling All the gaps The spaces left for colour and The lines that merge in a single Perspective point Of memory Gradual fading and graduation Stutters of old strangeness Pretences of identity Nighttime of distant blues Past sunsets Or mountains drawn Childish grey pyramids Sinking in childish grey sands Memory Unspoken and Matt and Linear and Lunar and Lastly And

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sulphur rose petals tumble in defiance of the ghost breath breeze suburban chintz fragments red browns and stained glass lead black waltz together shameless trees refuse naturally dutiful blushes cover their nakedness with still dull echoes of verdancy Funa bask in the river shadows beneath what distortions vague weather weaves somehow my footsteps seem too heavy

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Nov 16, 2024

Nov 16, 2024 at 11:40 PM UTC

November butterflies

sulphur rose petals tumble in defiance of the ghost breath breeze suburban chintz fragments red browns and stained glass lead black waltz together shameless trees refuse naturally dutiful blushes cover their nakedness with still dull echoes of verdancy Funa bask in the river shadows beneath what distortions vague weather weaves somehow my footsteps seem too heavy

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Love weaves poetry from two voices defter than any poets pen and in silence imbued with passionate memory my pen weaves just an echo backlit by Love!

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Nov 14, 2024

Nov 14, 2024 at 7:30 PM UTC

Silhouette

Love weaves poetry from two voices defter than any poets pen and in silence imbued with passionate memory my pen weaves just an echo backlit by Love!

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Cast in amber shadows Slow the thick light gathering Slow the evening’s long embrace The moon’s sigh soft in the clouds And drifting down Stardust showers us In the shadows time’s passage These stardust mountains and valleys This end of eons, far from the stars At the far side of the turning wheel In amber shadows end the day Once two vast stars danced Together their heavenly minuet Burst in wild ecstasy, spinning and turning Burst in wild ecstasy, fire and burning Now together we dance Slow to the memory In each other’s arms, Of when we were once stars!

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Nov 14, 2024

Nov 14, 2024 at 4:18 PM UTC

Binary

Cast in amber shadows Slow the thick light gathering Slow the evening’s long embrace The moon’s sigh soft in the clouds And drifting down Stardust showers us In the shadows time’s passage These stardust mountains and valleys This end of eons, far from the stars At the far side of the turning wheel In amber shadows end the day Once two vast stars danced Together their heavenly minuet Burst in wild ecstasy, spinning and turning Burst in wild ecstasy, fire and burning Now together we dance Slow to the memory In each other’s arms, Of when we were once stars!

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Not a rock carved smooth ovate immutable in ossified intent but an egg quiescent peacock hues hatching in YOUR imagination

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Nov 11, 2024

Nov 11, 2024 at 5:20 AM UTC

Not a rock

Not a rock carved smooth ovate immutable in ossified intent but an egg quiescent peacock hues hatching in YOUR imagination

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Were I with you every day I would rest in your arms Stare up, a moonstruck hare At a slow eclipse of hours Were I with you every day Soft luxury of tender touch Prevaricate in velvet stillness Under long clouds, long sighs Were I with you every day Wrapped in hibernating warmth A nacreous glow illuminates Outside’s lunar seas But I am not and so Busily I start to stitch The quilt of my life fast to yours Decorate this nest with coloured geegaws Built, not just experienced This place is ours, this place endures

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Nov 10, 2024

Nov 10, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC

With you

Were I with you every day I would rest in your arms Stare up, a moonstruck hare At a slow eclipse of hours Were I with you every day Soft luxury of tender touch Prevaricate in velvet stillness Under long clouds, long sighs Were I with you every day Wrapped in hibernating warmth A nacreous glow illuminates Outside’s lunar seas But I am not and so Busily I start to stitch The quilt of my life fast to yours Decorate this nest with coloured geegaws Built, not just experienced This place is ours, this place endures

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we sat, you and I not waiting but being like the hawk that circled above and invisible fishes below after the rain, in the wet watching the empty shore. we saw mountains thick with green pelts of bamboo grove and conifer; a park on the shore neat and clean as a public information map; boats and ripples held in static snowglobe motion. even the air was less heavy less breathed condensing in the mountain cool and rolling down to us a sundae for our souls. I saw it in your face, you were home, there was nowhere more

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Nov 10, 2024

Nov 10, 2024 at 6:20 AM UTC

By the lake

we sat, you and I not waiting but being like the hawk that circled above and invisible fishes below after the rain, in the wet watching the empty shore. we saw mountains thick with green pelts of bamboo grove and conifer; a park on the shore neat and clean as a public information map; boats and ripples held in static snowglobe motion. even the air was less heavy less breathed condensing in the mountain cool and rolling down to us a sundae for our souls. I saw it in your face, you were home, there was nowhere more

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sunrise skies, blue and hard as enamel, held in place with power cable nets pressing down like separation holding in place my mood as a fish frozen hard in ice mornings with no kisses are brittle and sharp with no hugs are cold and mineral with no words are harsh and cutting with no you are winter crystalised as I walk where we walked the imprint of your gloved hand develops from memory like a photograph my feet find the cadence of your footsteps and I am warmed by togetherness like a stove the taste of Valentines sweet on my lips but not as sweet as your kisses like this your imprint in my life footsteps in the damp sand fills with the incoming tide of days

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Nov 10, 2024

Nov 10, 2024 at 4:50 AM UTC

morning of the 15th

sunrise skies, blue and hard as enamel, held in place with power cable nets pressing down like separation holding in place my mood as a fish frozen hard in ice mornings with no kisses are brittle and sharp with no hugs are cold and mineral with no words are harsh and cutting with no you are winter crystalised as I walk where we walked the imprint of your gloved hand develops from memory like a photograph my feet find the cadence of your footsteps and I am warmed by togetherness like a stove the taste of Valentines sweet on my lips but not as sweet as your kisses like this your imprint in my life footsteps in the damp sand fills with the incoming tide of days

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