Category Archives: Line-a-day Poem

One line per day becomes a long poem after a year!

unravel irredescence.

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From thin nylon threads, sure hands

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define the seasons.

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nets raised at sunrise;migrants

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Vigil,ritual:

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crave beauty, indigo wings.

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Covetous, the watchers wait,

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to catch a warbler.

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paths, through forest leaves and light,

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Nets strung, loose across

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a traveller trav’ling light.

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marked, not scarred; in hardship’s wake,

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lined, yet beautiful;

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wishes to age like her friend:

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That second woman

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full twenty years her junior.

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She creates for another,

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Fuchsia clothes her.

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Black, white, grey: not her colours.

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Not exactly,no.

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woman for her younger self.

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A garland, crafted by one

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run-off colours, curled.

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Within lies Spring, hand knit, in

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Blue tissue, ribbons.

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Why shout, wake her for nothing?

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Whisper her name. She sleeps, still.

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Dribble wets her hands.

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Dosing, she breathes well: no pain.

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She is ninety-three.

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