Sweet raindrops
coloured red
falling slowly
blurring my sight,
colouring my ideas,
increasing the noise
in my head.
I used to count
on you,
to free me
from raindrops,
that turn blue
the moment
they touch my mind,
leaving me
feeling blue.
But you are no
longer here...
and red is
a slow colour.
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
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