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Sonnet, 5-3-8, 6 Years LaterDisregard Daffodil, Bluebell begone.
Ignore Cherry's pale dress of blossom.
The flower that sets me remembering
is the Purple Crocus who makes the spring
of my hurt bubble once again.
I fall onto my sister for support,
"Grandad's dead" I want to say but it's caught.
Chapel of rest with all my family,
we're chanting the sorrowful mysteries.
Only share that pint in heaven.
It's like it only happened yesterday.
In your garden when the crocuses grow
it's them, not daffodils, that make me say,
"Grandad, I still really miss you loads".
Haiku, 18.22 26-2-8, PrestonMy selfs centre is
a black hole, drawing in junk
spread though space and time.
Haiku, 22.27 14-2-8, Preston"You like anything
with a pulse" can't be true since
you don't have one love.
Walking, 14-2-8, Avenham ParkLast summer we placed that rose plant
somewhere along this shaded lane.
Here in the depths of winter I can't
seem to find where we put it again.
Maybe I should have counted the trees
on each side of us to know the place
I put our love to bloom and gave the key
to my empires which you laid to waste.
Frozen picnicking couples make me bitter
because when I turn I'll see no blossoming
(If I can't find that barren twig in winter
what's the use looking in spring?).
Still, down the path back to the start
searching for the thorns tearing my heart.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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