The Right Word Is Volatile words of love and hate tender and tough, sweet and sour say all about us

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The Right Word Is Volatile words of love and hate tender and tough, sweet and sour say all about us
The Little Ways We Lose Each Other she touches his face he just turns his head away and she feels… Read more Touched By A Feeling Of Nothing
The Serenity Of Place old stone in circles green grass and windblown people above all, the sky
Nature Is A Painter blue roll of day sky painted with paperwhite clouds a decoration
Blessed To Be Born In Britain wrapped up warm at home safe and sound and far from harm in such… Read more The Geography Of Good Luck
Wounds Turn Into Scars And Scars Make You Tough scars on your body each cut a slice from your life… Read more The Marks Of Being Alive
Lessons In Life I Should Have Learned Unearthly early he woke us, not long after midsummer sunrise. I was already… Read more I Wish I Was Still Outward Bound
The Sky Is Too Busy For Birds in busy blue skies filled with the machines of men a buzzard seems… Read more Spread Your Wings And Fly
He Went Too Fast an old photograph a young man so full of life a life never lived
Jasmine Is More Than A Woman budlets on jasmine promises of perfumed nights summer is coming
Just By Being There in the horrid dark surrounded by night terrors there is always you
Nothing Else Really Matters What does it mean to grow old? It seems to be a withdrawing, a drawing in… Read more Budburst And Bumblebees
A Weed Is A Flower In The Wrong Place a dandelion, such a common garden weed, flowers like the sun
Worth More Than A Thousand Words early morning light golden sun on blue sky wash the art of nature
Sauce For The Goose when I was young and fit and looked good in jeans and had something the girls… Read more The Comfort Of Strangers
Here And Now And Gone Forever A new leaf, a bud. A white flower, whorled, fragrant. A fallen petal.
Everything Everywhere Is Coming To Life wind rippling new grass trembling bright green spring leaves seedlings seeking sun
Nothing Can Take The Freedom To Dream to sleep is to dream to dream is an awakening to wake, a… Read more In Praise Of The Glory Of Sleep
These Are The Ties That Bind what is family? random genes thrown together held in place by love
COVID Is Making Me Bats down on feeling down tired of being tired all day sick of being sick
All Days Must End golden sun setting going down in majesty abdicating light
This Wind Is Killing Me so cold the North wind cutting through our meagre skins chilling to the bones
Friends With Arguable Benefits passive and aggressive a description of them both though one would argue
Learning To Love Yourself Out in the green Derbyshire hills a ginger man sees in another year. Just like me,… Read more The Greatest Gift Of All
I Sometimes Think Of Other Things I’m so over you You’re not always on my mind Not for hours, sometimes