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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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Saturday 17 June 2023

The hours pass ...


The hours pass.

The days traverse them

from dark to dark.


Some days I make 

a cave of time,

a quiet retreat


(between the nights

in which I wander

on long adventures).

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