Divided & Indivisible

All the while, as if miles meant more than 

Her smile, half apparent no more

Feel into what one feels with, more than 

A rush of blood, whirls that spin no more

In that single file, one folder; more than

A grasp of whatever passes no more

Steal, or stolen, fallen more than

At last to bleed, indeed to seed no more

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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All but there

In her absence she often turned to meet him

With feigned presence

He always returned her greeting

In her absence defeated amusements begin

With indiscrete diffusions

She renders him unworthy of further meeting

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Curved Ball

I will close down, so soft, so slow

Walk again

Where the cherry blossoms grow

I say these words

On a wind worn night

With peace, not fear nor fright

The time may be long

Beneath the light of your moon

Let that I may be strong

In the swathes of poppies

Through the fields of corn

Sworn to beholden, feet worn

Howling gale, beating rain

Sounds so loud

They drown the retreating pain

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Artist’s Model

Water-paint of upturned breast

Impenetrable as the dawn mist

All else hidden by a scarf

That I imagine surrounded you

Untouchable as the dusk’s light

That laid low your shadow

I have a desire to touch

Disturb your soft free locks

& whisper my first soliloquy

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Channelled

Coldness creeps in

Through the open door

As light fades

From the once blue sky

His conversation

Easy and eloquent

A tale of a life

Passed staggeringly by

Window’s on to poppies

Girl in a printed dress

Art that takes over

Caressed as we fly

It's true I could scream 

To be there again

Back into the last

Christmas that I cried

Out on the cold moor

A derelict landing strip

Sat so clearly alone

Old ideas slung out to dry

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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