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Two day conference
from Mexico to Taiwan
on line enabled
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by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Starry, starry night
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An inky black sky
draws in frosty particles
and Orion’s Belt
by Scooj
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Gratitude
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A humble ‘thank you’
Norm Frampton for opening
so many great doors
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by Scooj
* on the news that tomorrow will be Norm Frampton’s last Thursday Doors post for a while as he puts his efforts into other things. I shall miss his doors and weekly appearances and am eternally grateful for his opening my eyes to the magnificence of doors.
Christmas begins
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I need a new coat
something for the Christmas list
household discussions
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by Scooj
Ordinary life
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So many stories
trapped deep in my mind, unshared
together we die
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by Scooj
Prompted by a recent preoccupation of mine which is to write down some of the stories and memories I have in a short essay form. Time I fear is my enemy.
Death eater
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Organic terrace
a consumer of decay
from death springs new life
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by Scooj
Lockdown fever
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Robust discussions
temperature increasing
COVID at the heart
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by Scooj
Early snowfall
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Always check pockets
and remove hidden tissues
laundry protocol
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by Scooj
Pretty
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Home working escape
in the garden a hebe
tells me all is well
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by Scooj
Tippy’s litope
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Things stick in the mind
indelible memories
prompted frequently
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by Scooj
There is a story to this.
My brother, Tippy, lent me a 12 inch wooden ruler when I was about 13 years old and which I appropriated. Written on it was ‘Tippy’s litope’. I never knew what it meant, and I have asked him since and he doesn’t recall it. Anyhow, I associate the phrase with any and every ruler I use and half expect to see the words written on them. Funny how some things like that stick.
