Colin Phillimore Biography

Love is clothes folded in cupboards flat,
Love is spending hours on a friendship plait,
Love is teardrops falling-split, splat
Love is.
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When the drum beat pounds and the night explodes
And the music sounds through a humming crowd.
There’s a flash of red from your dancing head
And big brown boots couldn’t give a cahoots!
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May, when my feet ache to feel soil, grass and sand
after Winter's curfew,
steps gently
into June.
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You brought me into a world of noise
And me so quiet
and yet so loud.
Constant interruptions.
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Pollen Counts

The Bees shift, move on
from Salvia's hot lips,
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