Speculative

Sunday, June twentieth
thousand nineteen at eleven fifty
at 11:31 Post Meridian
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Silver slivers amongst the gold

This ladies age is seldom to be told

Though she could...

Awww if only I could paint a pretty picture as I looked way up high

As those flapping feathered...

Within a woebegone worldliness of uncertainty, can any of us be certain what tomorrow will be ?

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(Photograghy courtesy of Lindsay Atkinson)

We look at this pretty photograph with a Drumstick...

Prim and ever so proper,
Almost posh but very polite.
Tidy and so well presented,
Each...

Lift the lid from this great big wide world and what can you see?

Trillions of God’s living,...

Close your eyes then delve beneath and behind

Between the cracks and crevasses that are hidden...

Will I go to Narnia if I open my wardrobe door ?

I wonder if I wish hard enough
will I hear...

Rows of razzle dazzle ribbons braided in her mass of auburn locks

Coordinated cleverly with her...

I can be the first.
I can be the last.
And the only.
I can never be enough.
I...

I ambled along an avenue lined with lovely lilac trees

And Oh such a sensational sweet, surreal...

Day by day the heat persists,
Don't know how I can exist.
Every day the blazing sun,
...

Well I dreamt the daftest dream ever last night that really felt so real

As I was perched...

Ne’er no noise does the bonny, beautiful Butterfly make

Only a silenced sound from a fluttering...

Yes you can watch me sitting with my pen in my hand but “Shhh” do not say a single word

Coz alas I...

Consciousness is precious
Like love and life and time
What right do others have
Over...