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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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Monday, 1 May 2023

I lay very still ...

I lay very still in sleep last night.

I know this from how little 

the bed is disarranged this morning, 

when I come back into the room 

to dress, after breakfast and ablutions, and see. 

(Are there people – I know there are – 

who wash and dress and then have breakfast?) 


I remember active dreams, or think I do.

How is it I lay as if peaceful?

How is it I lay as if dead?


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