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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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Thursday, 27 April 2023

I devour whole books ...

 I devour whole books in a day, for escape;

listen to music, then suddenly decide 

I don’t like it after all and turn it back off.


Two dear friends and one old lover 

are all dangerously ill. Like me, not young …

yet how can I bear my loss and their pain?


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  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 May 2023 at 16:39

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    BarbApril 29, 2023 at 7:32 AM

    This week, two friends died - I guess it's to be expected with age. I'm the same with books. Stay well.
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    Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 29, 2023 at 8:16 AM

    Thanks, Barb. Yes it is to be expected, but that doesn't make it much easier. I am staying as well as I can! You too. xx

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