A Thinking Man

Apologies for my absence.  I’ve been pre-occupied over the ‘holidays’ with a couple of other writing tasks that I needed to complete.  Having finished them today I found myself with a few idle hours before returning to work tomorrow and started amusing myself with dreadful similes to tweet.
For those of us who have forgotten, a simile [...]

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Poetry, like prostitution, has been around for thousands of year (though I’d be willing to bet that prostitution was probably there first).  And both will continue for thousands more, despite the best efforts of zealots to promote it (as in the case of poetry) or stop it (as in the case of prostitution).  However, whereas the [...]

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The Walk 
You did not walk with me
Of late to the hill-top tree
By the gated ways,
As in earlier days;
You were weak and lame,
So you never came,
And I went alone, and I did not mind,
Not thinking of you as left behind.
 
I walked up there to-day
Just in the former way;
Surveyed around
The familiar ground
By myself again:
What difference, then?
Only that [...]

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From A Window

The clouds rolled soft
And kissed God’s face
Breathing air.
As you graced by
The sun made love
In your hair.

You were red earth,
Chilled rivers, trees,
Glorious land.
As you graced by
I walked with you
Hand in hand.
© athinkingman 2008

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After An Evening
Three short matches break the seal of night
To show your face and start a cigarette;
One to light the candle in your eyes
Which warmly dance their message on my mind;
One to shine the moisture on your lips
Where sun-ripe, seedless mellons hang;
The last to play all other tunes
Before the wind again cools its flame,
And we [...]

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One the Death of Summer

Day was a bright one,
A summer, a rain -
Your kiss was a grey one,
A dying, a pain:

And earth was unending,
A round one, a ball -
But love had its ending,
The finite - the gall

Of a life-time,
A season, a year,
Like the dawn of a day-time,
The dew, and the fear

Of a noon-tide,
The parchness, the [...]

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I think verbs are sexy. Well, at least I find them attractive and interesting. They do exciting things. They make things happen. They are like a kind of moving or magnetic force in the language universe. Describing them as ‘doing words’ is like calling the Mona Lisa ‘a painting’ and the Sistene Chapel ‘a building’. [...]

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