My Bicycle of Imagination
...My Bicycle of Imagination
The day and I are hand in hand,
brimming with a zippety-whippity-do.
I sit atop my saddle, my bicycle, my hill;
the morning mist is ragged like candy floss
on barbed...
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Categories:
tarmacked, fun, imagery, imagination, morning,
Form: Free verse
Did the Earth Quake
...Did the earth weep when we paved the streets
Tarmac. cobbles, flat slabs of grey stone
Leaving merely holes for trees long roots?
Covering in our cities all that’s deep
Startling ancient g...
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Categories:
tarmacked, analogy, feelings,
Form: Villanelle
A Ramble In a Bramble
...A ramble in a bramble kisses a shoe horn in a window box
Having deciphered which tunes and vibrations cause reactions it was time to make everything the same really. Shame it was that day for the ...
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Categories:
tarmacked, art,
Form: I do not know?
Chasing Stone Swans
...Half an hour catching stone swans on a very thin window ledge thirty foot from the ground is not a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. And neither is running at great speed down a heavily tarmacked ...
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Categories:
tarmacked, art,
Form: I do not know?