Category: Words
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Words and slumber
I… need words to write. I… also need sleep. In the battle ‘twixt words and sleep, sleep wins. For tonight. And tomorrow I write. Again.
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New Me!
I may not stick with the revamped Me! Me! Me me me! It’s not really revamped, it’s more like an effort to hang onto the days of old when really I need to be heading forward. I’ll keep it for now, though, as that saves time trying to think of yet another new name for…
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Shadow’s Dance
Watch the shadows bob and weaveAs the candles’ flames sigh and breatheGlowing bright,Fading low,Suddenly, the flames, they grow…The flames: They dip, and drip, and bow, and stretchCasting shadows in all directionsThe shadows move as though connectedMoulding around the light projectedFrom the candles that are very still…The flame’s alive.And mesmerised,The shadowsDanceUpon its will.
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Ite in the Grinds
We’ve had our first dusting of snow today. The Grinds seem to have pulled themselves in ready for the freezing onslaught of sub-zero temperatures, and then pushed themselves back again because of the rain that seems to have been brought along for good measure. The Lake’s completely hidden; come to think of it most of…
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Lone Wolf
In almost total white-out, the opposite of nightImages can still emerge through this eerie light Over in the distance… is that what I can see?A wolf crossing the snow-covered field – or does the snow tease me? And over by the fence there… is that someone’s shoe?Actually, unless my eyes play tricks, I think there…
The Mansionic Perspective 