emmajoy : Writing

This Saturday

This Saturday

A Poem by emmajoy


happens..
far less than more might..

far less than more might..

A Poem by emmajoy


Here ..wakening..I am but silky shadowwaiting to gently appearnot justalonely singletonfar less simple than you oncecoldly considered - nay sentencedt..
She purred... she moaned..

She purred... she moaned..

A Poem by emmajoy


‘Tis sad I am’, said that Irish John,‘Mean lost as well,’ he said, wishin' he was sat a'sittingnear right ..
Nothing but

Nothing but

A Poem by emmajoy


a clean sweep.. a sudden flow.. with little sleep..
Hidden sights..

Hidden sights..

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mere thoughts.. exposed..
Patchwork people.. 2

Patchwork people.. 2

A Poem by emmajoy


One birth, two worlds, place to place, walking the walktalking the talk as tho' academically inclined -leaning books in order, categorised, sensitised..
Patchwork people..  number 1.

Patchwork people.. number 1.

A Poem by emmajoy


a trail run at .. those we have known..
Most of us.. patchwork people

Most of us.. patchwork people

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We're patchwork peoplecoloured scraps of past memoriespicked apart by daily use.. tears..dropped stitches.. or tatteredmoments ..We're patchwork maded..
Who loved butter under the chin days

Who loved butter under the chin days

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a gentle start in a sad tale with a Halloween-ish touch.
Harry

Harry

A Poem by emmajoy


sat-sitting on a park bench..