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I listen as torrents cascade and crash,crying out, not in whispers but rage,my ears deafened to the downstream surge.Flashbacks to Victorian darkness,..
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(An old poem about an old moggie, long gone)
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This beach I've learned is out of reach,its access blocked by fallen rocks.No more will I enjoy the sceneof children on a summer day,at play with shel..
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(A response to a poetry contact who said he was about to shoot himself after reading one of my sonnets)
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lace caps are a type of hydrangea with very delicate lace like blooms
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Far deeper set than those in sandwhich mark a path across a bay,our dearest will not wash away.As imprints left in dampened grainssoon fade when fickl..
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And who has swept the stars awaynot one remains in sight?Too eager with their bristle brushthey've cleaned the sky at night.So all those clustered gem..
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(A bit of garden fun)
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(Cassie is a name I used for many years on other poetry sites, after my initials)
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Upon this hill brow looking downinto a valley's wide eyed gaze,refreshed by bird song and the sunI see the work of yesterday.Here tractors cut thick m..
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