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Jumper

I keep darning it, Well, I do when I find the needle And the wool, —— But the holes are winning this battle, Which makes me question Why I fight. ——- The jumper was bought for me And might be the last. It is grey With red stripes, (Horizontal), —— And I darn it WithContinueContinue reading “Jumper”

Many cups

I had one cup, You had many. I still have the same cup Doing good service. —— Your, many, cups Serve well For my few visitors, But yesterday My cup Was busy holding cold tea And lemon juice ——- And I taste my tea this morning For the very first time From one Of yourContinueContinue reading “Many cups”

I do it for you

When I go to bed, I do it for you. I apologise that it’s later than it should be, I take my medicine And brush my teeth And water the plants All for you. When I put clean sheets on the bed I’m thinking of you And on the rare occasion I have company here,ContinueContinue reading “I do it for you”

Cross dressing

It began with my wife’s socks, Much more cheerful colours than mine. Oh, before that, a sailbag sarong. A questioning of expectation… A re-invention. —————— But I cannot stomach the pretty little pink and turquoise stripes. I wore them for two days, But felt most uncomfortable. And this tshirt is made to accommodate Far moreContinueContinue reading “Cross dressing”

Memories

The memories of which I speak, Are not the ones that live in my head. -There are plenty of those- But the ones that fill cupboards, And boxes, Nooks, And crannies…. —- Which I come across now and then. When putting away the laundry, Or looking for lost things. —— These are scribbles on paperContinueContinue reading “Memories”

The woman who melted

How many words are there for alive? She was all of these. And she was my world, my galaxy, my atmosphere. And now ’tis like being in a vacuum. I try to conjure her presence, I imagine her behind me, breathing on my neck. Breathing? She melted – so slowly and then all at once,ContinueContinue reading “The woman who melted”