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Snails in old plastic –

My Grandma would have killed them ~

I don’t have the heart.

New plastic bottle snail home –

She’s smiling, shaking her head.

Try to fix a watch-

But I destroy it instead ~

A waste of my time.

Sound of chimney wind –

Gives February gusts a voice ~

Old memories.

Her red wine stained lips –
Bringing back old memories ~
Have you been feeding?

New Year’s Day, all day –
I am ‘minded, once again ~
A bright Summer noon.

(After Bashō)

Stored in three short lines –
Another moment in time ~
Hyacinth fragrance.


Happy New Year to all of my readers and fellow bloggers. I wish you the best of luck for 2014. Keep writing.

Unexpected walk –
Pass landmarks of life so far ~
Complete certitude.


Trudging Oakley Road –
Heavy bags cutting fingers ~
Recalls student days.

Housewarming a friend’s new home ~
Much the same, much also changed.


Working on playlist –
DJ nods his approval ~
Victories persist.

As if you could go back and change things
As if that would make it better, or worse
that a smell from an old piece of furniture
could bring them back ~ it brings them back.

As if that each time you take off you are fine
would each moment be calm, or enough done?
As if you had parallel lives and chances, many goes
many goes at doing all that could have been…

As if, a languid afternoon lasted longer
Lasted longer, as she stretches, like a cat
As if we had time, and means to use time
and means to allow the if.

As if you could remember, each moment
each moment so perfect, the little guys ~
Little people in their perfection; mainly photos
and videos record their moments of genius of if.

Typically, things could be much worse, as if
we don’t know that; as if wondering if the other roads
are worth taking is useful, as if that could be known ~
We’re on a grand road, surely, sure? As if…

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