Well worn path
split melon halves
a snail’s silver gleams
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Sunny afternoon
slanted rays winking
traffic hums
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Silver patterned clouds
float on charcoal velvet
light shines through the holes
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Door mat dreams
flying carpet
in the draught
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Street lights
tickle the moon
splashing in puddles
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Words escape
moon doesn’t blink
in silence
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Watching thoughts flow
across the surface of the moon
my feet are cold
A spoonful of letters
seeped in a teapot
love pours out
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Love whispers
finger prints
of ease
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Kimonos waft past
pinhole lights
night’s silk unfurled
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Drum rolls
lights flash
rain enters
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Wind whistling
under the eaves
birds building
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Tangled cords
gather fur dustballs
static tumbleweed
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Tangerines
in the gloaming
a bat squeaks
Fading lace
remnants of glory
setting
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Embossed gold
spine gleams
warm to touch
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Mahogany chest
blushes deeply
caress of the sun
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Lacy shadows
creep silently
along the wall
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Sun flowers
caught on
a windscreen
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In green half light
a stoic flourishes
soon to bloom
with a coy
pink blush
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Outside my house
a flower of the sun
in my camera’s lens
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Spring wind
petals cling
to my moist cheeks
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Sense of place
distinctive features
invented spots
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Shadows building
Interiors for dreams
of permanence
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Rain diamonds
sparkle
on her web
natures gesture
abundant
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A misplaced key
he seeks
attention
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Commedia mask
an ant
crawls out
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Barks
rend the air
a spider
mends
her web
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Sky sweats
fiery glow
birds huddle under eaves
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Round raindrops
puddle
mercury and gold
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Haiku from the past little while
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Ruby rug drapes
remembering
warmth of alpaca
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Demure daisies
warm peace
chamomile tea
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clouds dressed
dusty rose corsages
hail passing sun
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In twelve glasses
she collects rain
reflecting clouds
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A golden chain
of chubby lanterns
a path to peace
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Dreams and whispers
a park bench
faraway
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A metronome clacks
birds squabble in gum trees
moon rises
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Mongolia
carpet dreams
with horses
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A tree of life
woven in lamb
rubies and sapphires
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Brazen cloud
pushes the moon sliver
to one side
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Words floured
and battered
then cut into shape
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Veiled in solitude
she restored
her rhythm
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Sharp teeth
bit into her mind
swallowing reason
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She tripped
into a old honey trap
seeking approval
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Negative space
sits pregnant
between words
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Fumes of fairy floss
a candy striped tent
nostalgic dreams
otherwise
a livelihood
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Word cobblers
mend lacunae
unnecessarily
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Icy winds
a tremor
ticket inspectors
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Polar winds
airbrushed crow
I shelter
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Draped
she stands
naked
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She stands nude
completely covered
the artist draws
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Brief case
on a seat
he sighs
with irritation
she sits
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A waft
half remembered
toes stretch
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After a dinner conversation about a cultural cynicism and envy, I got inspired to write a series of short poems about getting dirty in a very fundamental way. These are a mud spa for the mind.
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Mud oozes
between my toes
lusciously
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I stroke the clay
into a column
a satisfying squelch
as it rises
rounded
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Up to my elbows
in silky porcelain mud
slipping and slapping
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Up to her neck
in steaming cleansing mud
it found every crevice
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Red clay fingerprints
trace the hidden bones
her ribcage flutters
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Porcelain snail trails
smoothing ribbed belly curves
a tweak for a spout
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Potter’s wheel
tactile
sweet
scent of clay
grounded
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She seeks secrets
in his burnt senna eyes
bamboo whispers
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Half a lemon
amber tea
sleeping dog
a rose
and you
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Cinnamon
chilli, cumin
coriander
gently heated
glowing golds
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With a clear gaze
he offers diamond rings
a deceased estate
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my compassion
his violin
I notice
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He brings lists
acrid samples
for conversation
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