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Chair
It's a chair,
just a chair
on four legs
standing there.
Facing out,
turned away
been empty now
more than a day.
The cleaner
fumigates all trace,
of he who filled
its cushioned space.
As indentations
slowly fade,
the invoice settled
the debts all paid.
Will the trees outside
miss his stare
when someone else
sits in h...
Sunday 7th July 2024 3:41 pm
Hebridean Graves
A Sea Loch Graveyard walled and gated
hues of purple peated earth,
the stones stand stoic, weather dated,
washed up from their briny birth.
Some names unknown "A Sailor" lies,
in silence resting side by side.
Adrift they came from distant skies
as tears that fell, though never cried.
On other shores long lives lived out
to wonder at what might have been,
...Tuesday 18th June 2024 1:57 pm
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