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neth jones Dec 2024
my boots  by the door
wait patient  to be let out
the cat's less stoic
early version :

my shoes wait silently by the door
to be let out
more patient than the cat
Gerry Sykes Dec 2024
God dances
cheerfully
down the wide
Grand Canyon
at sunset.
neth jones Nov 2024
'the kid' leaps  sudden  from bed                    
points  in fright  toward the 'hippy' curtains
                      "i'm scared of ghosts in pyjamas"
11/2024
actual event - credit goes to my five year old
neth jones Nov 2024
old man scatters dry leaves
chasing a 'dame'
spying    i become a child
28/10/24
original version
old man chases up to a lady friend
like a smiley child
he kicks up the autumn leaves
as part of the game
neth jones Oct 2024
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jump     -     start
heart-wired  flash-fired
fore and aft      i'm wit-lashed
ride   a  scutting  state   (oh-my-hate)
glare   at the creature  (will  it  look  away ?)
i'm    jolty      a    s l e e p y  menace
death        in  the  drivers   seat
slur down  drowsing
jump     -    start

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original notes removed from 'results of sleep deprivation'

jump-start         heart-wired                                
    flash-fired   back and forth
wit-lashed by my scutting state
glaring my hate at the creature
till  it at least looks away
i am both jolty and sleepy
most unwelcome behind the wheel
unappealing company
company halt
neth jones Oct 2024
old lady passed out                
wind and leaves do battle      
she is plagued by shadows
is it rude to wake the sleeping
to check they're not dead ?
alt. version

old lady  passed out                  
is it rude ;  waking the sleeping
              to check they’re not dead ?
neth jones Oct 2024
fish bone for a wishbone
no turkey has to die
thanksgiving
alt. version

no turkey need die
cheap wish on a herringbone sky
thanksgiving
neth jones Oct 2024
time is fettered                                          
new leaf litter       feathers my doorstep

time is fettered                                          
letters remain by the door
silence fills my chest

the wind carries feathers                        
flecked in blood
(violence in the food chain)
my brain releases
               and silence fills my chest
neth jones Oct 2024
bloom wounds brightly
ignition
ventilated scents      and the air is roused
Haiku inspired

alt version :

bloom wounds  ignite
scents ventilated   and the air is roused
I am tall - though not tall enough to see beyond the trees.
I hear screeching gulls but are they mere Sirens?
I smell and taste salt on the breeze. Does the ocean pulse?
Cradling my head, I wonder.
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