Out and about

Hagworthingham

Is this the end

Of winter as we’ve known it

It is quiet now

The sky is blue

The Green is green

Soon there will be new tasks

Leaves to rake

Grass to cut

Pathways to tread

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Reductionism

Where to go next

That is my question

Is AI poetry

The road to follow

You have to forgive

So where to start

Who to unify

With the first words

Take a walk

Think it through

Remember to name

The soul under review

I set off to walk

But found a café

With all-day breakfast

And Bakewell Tart

Where I am is where I am

Also where I want to be

Where I go to is where I go

Also where I want to

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On top of salt water

It feels wonderful

To do nothing

On a day

When there’s nothing to do

Among days and days

Of there being

Nothing to do

Oh how wonderful

Then to think of love

In such a way

That only one who has known

The love of being in love can

That one might even write

Of that warm flotation tank

Where one bathed

Deeply aware of a lover’s love

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Complacent

Each time we meet

You bring something else

To beat me with

I can’t take much more

I do have to tell you

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Being

The shadow of the airflow

Across the chimney wall

As its origin rises over the radiator

Up into the window space

Could this be my nemesis

Or would that be somewhat darker

And do I even know what Jung means

When he asks me to find this

I really do not have a choice

The need is way too too deep within

Yet it continuously stirs to ask

Where am I then now

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