stuck on train

not a poem
more of a lament
I'm stuck on the train
problems on the lines
snow and chaos ahead
as we crawl from station
to station
to allow the
angry mobs to disperse
by bus.

hope against hope
that I will
be in my hotel
bed, warm and
content by
midnight.

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Snow 2010

Each year the allure of snow
lessens for me
At first it was fun
A white powder covering
of my antipodean past

Snow silently falling
covering everything with light
and lack of colour
But shovelling feet of snow
to get the car unstuck
to collect the milk for tea
is a pain to me

So I'm all for a non white Xmas

Living other Lives

By reading your poems
Your words
seep into
Me

And attached to
the words
feelings nuanced
follow

Until I find myself
thinking like another
like you
savoring the
moment...

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