Poem -

The Spice girl

The sun warm my skin,
Fresh air drive my blood.

Winter walks easing nerves

Tugged at me like darker thoughts.

The girl in the shop

I bought my bottle from

Had not a clue of what a Spice girl

   was.

But she had the platform shoes 

From Spain;

The absent effect of rain.

I was going to be okey.
 

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Marion

Here I feel the loneliness of vacant everyday interactions though the narrator wins out... almost allowing himself superiority over the girl who knows nothing

'The absent effect of rain.'

Great line R x

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Rory McGinlay

She's a notable girl, to be sure.
The lyric I scribbled down, then would 
Later use went,

... a trip above the rest
Got a brain in her head

Lol

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Being Me

A casual type of meeting that runs deep. Very deep. This poem says so much. It reminds me how things are cyclical... all things (well, perhaps not all) ... the mood, the seasons, even the fashion. Great poem!

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Rory McGinlay

One of my rattled mornings, you see

Thanks for calling by

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Shirley Harrison

Spice girl, oh you got good taste. Bring on the cold please. Love your poems my dear friend of poetry. 🌹 

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