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There is a ripeness about the scent of sweat Which suggests a physical task well done, A night of loving, a day of sporting chances, The completion of a longed-for… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
There is a ripeness about the scent of sweat Which suggests a physical task well done, A night of loving, a day of sporting chances, The completion of a longed-for… Continue Reading
Neither love nor loss are stilled By the passing years and youth, Nor the edges of that memory Extinguished when the light fades At the end of one cycle beginning… Continue Reading
When I walk into Norwich on the Road I choose when I want the world’s company, It reminds me of Green Lanes in my 1980s Harringay, a bustle of shops… Continue Reading
Two different but similar poems today. I must admit that I prefer the second one, which is #MastoPrompt length. Where has this fear come from in my later years? This… Continue Reading
The biggest mistake was Giving us consciousness along with Sentience, that variable awareness Which comes with thinking, Where thought can be a labyrinth Of our own choice, And light and… Continue Reading
The cusp of weathers Curls around the centre of These days, turns calm Into a storm of consequences We feel for what is left Of our lives. We should have… Continue Reading
They close all the doors to Shut out their former lovers, To keep away the spectres of Who they themselves were when They crawled over each other In their haste… Continue Reading
A fragment of someone else’s life. She walks to the pharmacy counter, Greetd by name by the pharmacist Who gives her three pills to take there, And then, her hands… Continue Reading
I feel as helpless now as I did At fifteen when I couldn’t get Out of bad situations. The Wisdom sixty-three years of Living have given me is paltry, Flyaway… Continue Reading
This dying is too slow, From cradle to grave, When they crave rest. Is it now, in an hour, Tomorrow, in a year? Weariness is never the Same as patience…. Continue Reading