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Harmattan Within

Harmattan Within

It is Harmattan; not without, But within me is the cold. Youth and merry fill the air about; It is I that has grown old. Hawks gracing the clumsy skies, Sailing, building without rest. Sauntering down hollow aisles, Seeking a stolen nest. There is silence below the stars; Stars bright enough to burn. Still nursing these scars Like a nestling nun. I am a beggaring gloom; Counting my days in twos. I see now a full moon; A gleam of hope lain loose. It is harmattan; not without; And within she is all. Dusty leaves still burning out; It is Harmattan within after all.

Please Bob

Please Bob

As the seconds tick & soft winds sweep away the days I look back on life through a haze. Remember playgrounds, parks and friends, In childlike gaze that never ends. The laughter in a game of catch, Shall memory ever attach… To innocence in youthful eyes, Catching the ball to Bobs surprise. I recall my … Continue reading Please Bob