To Henrietta Lyn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I've watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
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