Tag: Peter’s poems

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Flight of ideas

Squiggles Prosody (when and now) Syntax (arranged) Grammar (not to be silly) Punctuation (all in the timing) Peter DLROW being confident is not ‘me’. the lack of is my making Capture … Continue reading Flight of ideas

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Progress hardly broke its stride

We have moved on ‘We have moved on’ (said doctor Knows Best) didn’t you notice?! Today we have targets, tooled by incentive, and our patients are our numbered ‘partners’. Betjeman … Continue reading Progress hardly broke its stride

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Rebel Antiquary

Magpie If only I could soar like an eagle to see the world as I cannot. I am a magpie in black and white, in flight through clouds, seeking colour. … Continue reading Rebel Antiquary

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Psychiatry in fabula

Chipped Tooth The administrator now the administered. Pulse-oximeter sirens a frenzied fear, friendly faces pace in busyness managing checklists to the unknown. Man-made epilepsy in-a-box. Temples numbing – signify it … Continue reading Psychiatry in fabula

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Time passing

time passing poems by Peter: Ode to Narrative. Born backwards; could sleep standing-up, lived in a world upside-down. silent as light. grafted like a Scott; found and loved Cimbrone. Stars … Continue reading Time passing

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SUMMER TIME ENDS

I have been collecting archive material on Ben Cruachan, the highest mountain in Argyllshire. I  am doing so to help me write a poem about this mountain, a poem that … Continue reading SUMMER TIME ENDS