heather sweeting

Social mobility, all in all is a laudable aspiration,
But is it 'up' from being 'down' or 'sideways' in any direction?
And who decides where 'up' is - by what measure, compass or scale?
Your zenith may be my nadir, your dross my Holy Grail!
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The crack of a twig, the twitch of a tail,
Something moved on the jungle trail.
Crickets chirped in the warm night air,
And all the time, something else was there.
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Our snow weary world tires of winter,
and rain sodden oaks plead for sun,
timid wrens mute their song in bare hedges
as Earth whispers ‘Spring has begun’.
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Busy bumbling, stirring, stumbling, wildly fanning fragile wings,
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Just before daybreak, along the strand,
A breeze chivvied clouds away from the land.
The sea played mischievously on the beach,
shifting the pebbles within its reach.
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Your passing was done in a moment,
Separating all that has meaning in life
From the chaos of being alone.
The threads of love between us stretched
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Hope sped on ahead and cleared the far horizon,
leaving no signs, no footprints in the way.
How do I embrace the concept of tomorrow
When I find no meaning in today?
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Bramblepatch was a handsome cat
A picture of feline perfection!
From the tip of his nose to his lofty tail
He exemplified natural selection!
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Little Dhara Rapsanjani made her way down to the shore,
Where the river was a torrent, from a storm the day before.
She found a place amongst the rocks, shielded from the sun
and began to wash the saris in the water, one by one.
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Could I but take your gentlest thoughts
And weave them softly on a loom,
Gossamer of purest gold
Would make, for me, a rare cocoon.
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Only her shoes on the shoe rack now,
his, in a bag by the door.
Now they've taken him to the Hospice,
she says he won't need them anymore.
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In a far off land many moons ago
Was a forest where no man dared to go.
With trees as thick as a witch’s broom
It was darker than midnight on the moon!
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Fit for all!
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The Silver Trees

Come, let us sail past Windland, that strange land in the sea,
Where nothing grows and no one lives except the ‘silver trees’.
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Before us crouched the natives, menacing, ready for war.
Armed with their deadliest weapons, just as they were before!
Stamping and lunging they challenged us to meet them on their ground,
Before them the grisly remains of their feast, littered all around.
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A business based on craft and guile
Will always prove to be worthwhile.
Finely honed skills in double dealing
Should see your profits hit the ceiling!
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We met, we fell, but who could tell how deep the water ran.
The riptide of youth caught us out with the truth
that neither of us swam.

Our feet never touched the river bed, we struggled against the flow,
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They never go away,
Memories of that day, that night,
When all the light took leave and flew.
Darkness came and blocked all sight
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Search for the pearl in the oyster,
Pan for your gold in a stream,
Never stop asking questions
and always follow your dream.
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