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Flatfielder Feb 2021
Drain me of pleasure
To be numb frightful and bound
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Rob me of willpower
So I can crawl into myself
A heap of my being
Let me rest steam for the hour
I will escape my jail
And head for the shower
(c)near_lane7
Flatfielder Feb 2021
Trembling
Time wasting
Mind searching
For self
Who am I this morning
Cold drizzle meets a late dawn
Opens pores on bare skin
Feel free but awaiting
The Lights glance
Penetrating clouds
An hour of my truth
Absorbed into the rigors of a new day
(c)near_lane7
When we were still farming
Flatfielder Feb 2021
Repaired but not really broken
Was the verdict
When I examined my online find
In this time of distance
Brought home by a third party guy
It showed within a few days
Paid up and as honest as being seen
Repairs done by professionals
My BMW requested
some careful screen
Now home she likes the street
She hugs and she leans
A thrill to drive
Great pleasure indeed
A bit beat up, fit for the owner
Flatfielder Jan 2021
From A to B
Cold, crisp and sunny
A perfect day
For a hike for us three
A winding path
Obstructions the dog doesn't mind
But us older folks
We had to circumvent
Some tricky climbs
We feel good
Our senses survived
A good afternoon
Flatfielder Jan 2021
Breathe in breathe out
Catch me if you can
Running towards the horizon
Where space meets our zen
The master came and spoke
Life changed
although we remained
In our world  of limitations
Felling dead but still kicking
Really not all that bad
Flatfielder Jan 2021
City street in the sunlight
It is march it is bright
Cold draft still is lingering
Like a snake in my pass
A person in a bundle
Hunkered down for the hour
Sunrays are not brightening
Her stillness her need
Her face I try to contact
But to no avail
Her stare does find an angle
Towards the pavement
A waving bundle of hair
I do see her dish
Grab coins I can spare
Feeling in my cold hand
Slow motion slip
Her one eye opens
Following the toonies descent
Her stillness was interrupted
We did not connect
Am on my way and didn't look back
March 2018,
Bankstreet, Ottawa, Ontario
Flatfielder Jan 2021
Radio tuned Sam Cook not to miss
'straight through my lovers heart's
My wife grabs my released fist
It's piercing it's vibrating
Makes us feel to dance
In the kitchen as in all places
We don't see a fence
No heartbreaks here
We are long over that
Our ages our times
Forever been put to the test
Swiping our feet
Holding on to each other tight
A break of duration
Enough to replenish
Our energies might
Good feelings and unison
For a minute or two
The time again paused
It was nice
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