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I went to see a Doctor,
He was a clever chap.
He listened, looked, examined,
Pulsated, poked and tapped.
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It's here where the land meets the sea,
flat, wilderness, desolate in it's beauty.
Pebble-dash shingle, stretches, runs free
for miles and miles.
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Tiger pads through the jungle
golden almond eyes
savage beauty in striped coat
one of few - survives.
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While you were gone
I loved you.
You became good looking,
thinner, taller.
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Spring, days lengthening and warming slowly
green shoots daffodils and gambolling lambs.
Summer, sunny and hot lazing in deckchairs
rambling roses blooming strawberries and cream.
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I stare in the mirror
seeing ravages on my face,
was I young once?
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Looking on into the world,
withdrawn from its enticements.
Stand outside in another place,
silent, meditating.
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Make a room a sanctuary,
a place of inner peace.
Blending colours to tranquilise
bringing quiet to your soul.
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I search every man's face hoping it might be you
and every man's face I want to transform so that it is you.
I want to take a scrubbing brush and rub their faces away
and paint yours upon the blank surface that is left
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I'll keep the curtains drawn tightly,
thank goodness
they're thick and heavy so
no dawn light will creep through them.
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You braved the battlefields in France
and fought for freedom and the future.

You saw the unsung heroism of men
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Limp as a fish lying on shingle
having fought to exhaustion
to try to stay in the salty sea.
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Suddenly thunder erupts and screams
at the startled figures, who scurry for shelter
as the spots of rain begin to softly sprinkle,
changing swiftly to a waterfall of water
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..........like glass hit by a stone.
Cracks streaking across until
bits fragment and fall.
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I had a close friend.
I betrayed her trust.
I wasn't there for her
when she needed me.
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She twists the bottle neck between her fingers
feeling the smooth glass against her flesh.

Her body is wrapped in a green silk robe and lolls,
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Fly east my beautiful child,
To lands of temples and prayers.
Seek the meaning of life,
Climb up the golden stairs
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Before I die I want to see
realms of gold and mystery.
I want to fly through the sky
to places different to my eyes.
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Being alone in my room,
with my companions
quiet and solitude.
I reflect on the day,
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Standing on wet, sand,
feet paddling into its embrace.
under a brilliant, sky
lit by a glowing, sun.
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