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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Sunday, 16 April 2023

Sevenling (A time of quiet)

A time of quiet, of gentle play —

if not forgetful of serious matters,

at least a laying of them by.


It’s true I need respite

from work, from intensity of feeling,

from remembered pain.


Luckily I have my small cat to remind me.



















I haven’t been giving titles to my small daily poems, but a sevenling is supposed

to have a title and it’s supposed to be in the same format as this one.







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