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Sonja Benskin Mesher
I write, I draw, I paint and make things. am quite patient, hold my tongue, but can't say multi disciplinary. easily
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Sonja Benskin Mesher
Jan 2020
.clouds.
it came warmer yesterday
while i hung the washing
outside
a wind
flew the leaves
from the oak brittle and light
up and over the hedge so
pretty
the clouds waiting as you
say
there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff
becomes fact
a place one can recognise
my keys are old and tricky
i am used to them that way
so i sense your anguish
i had a visitor yesterday
and cooked & cleaned
autumn passes
winter waits
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Jan 2020
.the leaflet.
wonder where it goes
when it disappears?
sometimes letters fade
in the passing and the
spelling is wrong
or the names are forgotten
not written on stone
yet
the news is not factual
so much here any more
and i feel the important
things are missed
and others come biased
i told him that i neither
trust nor mistrust such
a thing
that is more to do with
people
he had chocolate in his
bag
he gave me a leaflet
it is in my pocket
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Jan 2020
. the imperial .
yes, i like that
a spy fly
looking at all things
regular, irregular
looking out the window
looking at the world
translating babel
it is golden here
the slate shadowed
up the pass
while travelling
while visiting
the imperial
with a friend
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Jan 2020
. a busy week .
not so cold here possibly
as at yours
i still light the stove
for cosy with resting
legs after work
that poetry man
don’t get much
and even says so
i thinks until my brain
figures it
out again today
it is a busy week
with a trip related
later
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Dec 2019
.light leaves.
winter light leaves
round the bend trees bears golden,
the horse chestnuts lose first.
bus in front turns left, I slow, drive home.
my photograph is buried it in damp earth.
light leaves.
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Dec 2019
.the graveyard wall.
your writing delights
in the latter sparseness
the initial intensity
i enjoy reading it
coming to life
before me
beside me the window open
an owls sounds
yet no lorries
on the road yet
remember and
we touch the wall
where the car crashed
that time back
remember how he died
how my friend tried to
help
so we carry on
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Dec 2019
.shortly.
we went
were constructive
experienced
and overcame
any difficulties
the moon shone huge
on our horizon
the wind bit
like alligators
while fires burned
around the world
even in bolton
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