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Paul Lockley Dec 2010
Golden disc retreating to a pallid horizon.
Tree tops bathed in fiery glow
Rendered starkly against brooding clouds.

Coal black shadows recumbent on a
slumbering landscape,
As summers prime colours sedately ebb away.

Pale silver orb awaits curtain call.
Whilst the first chilled kiss of Autumn caresses skin.
Paul Lockley Dec 2010
Busy,busy,busy!.
No time to stop,
They're always behind me.
Waiting for the moment.
I stumble and fall.
The voices have me.
"You're useless" comes a hissing whisper.
"Everybody hates you" spits another.
"You have no friends" screams a third.
A babble of Harpie like voices screaming around my head.
Voices joining in unison.
A choir of negativity screaming to a crescendo
"Worthless,worthless,worthless!"
Paul Lockley Nov 2010
Me and creativity,
We get on rather well.
We see the world with eyes of awe,
From an Elephant to a seashell.

Hearing the "Caw" of the Crow,so brusk.
Or gaze in wonder at the golden wheat husk.

Inhaling the dawn with enthused delight.
Feel sharp edged frost on a star strewn night.

And when the dark consumes daylight,
There's nought to dampen our delight.
Me and creativity
Paul Lockley Nov 2010
Standing perplexed
Vigorously stabbing button
Scowling at passing traffic
Prodding repeatedly
Slapping neon display like
a defective vending machine
Arms flailing in impatience
Fidgeting on kerb edge.
He's the cross crossing man.
Paul Lockley Dec 2010
I stepped through a puddle today.
I smiled and said "Hello",
As i passed myself going the other way.
I like it here.
I think i'll stay.

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