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Morning with Self

27/4/2020

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Field

21/4/2020

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There was a field
Empty
So we stopped
Picnic
With a small elephant print blanket
Me
With my son
And the birds
The grass
The flowers
The trees
The bush
The earth
The sky
Good company

-Douglas Karson
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Shop

20/4/2020

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I went out to the shop today
The sky was blue
Not a cloud for miles
Far as I could see
Which wasn't very far in fact
With the buildings
And trees blocking the view
While I walked, the birds did sing
They don't care
This is my one outing
And the wind blew
A warm strong breeze
Taking blossom petals to the air
Snow of pink
White
Green
Smelling of freshness and Spring
This is my one outing
On a perfect spring day
Where I am healthy and fed
I went out to the shop toda
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This is Fine

5/4/2020

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Crystal clear water flows down the Avon
Sentiment unstirred as boats are all moored
Has it ever been this clear?
Has it ever been this quiet?

The air is fresh and smells of spring blossom
And still is the hum of traffic
No cars today on the once busy roads
Only the sounds of the wind in the leaves

The birds in the trees
The gentle flow of moving water
In secluded spaces
And forests of old trees remaining beautifully unperturbed

Corridors of white blossom line sunshine kissed trails
Dry dirt in warmth of spring sunshine
These are the moments I forget
Moments of escape

Moments of appreciation
With the clean water
The fresh air
And the radiant blossom

This is fine
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The Storm and the Sunshine

2/4/2020

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Sometimes when I sit in the sunshine I forget theres a wild storm raging
Where people are fighting
And loosing
And grieving
But then the spring hits
And can't help but smile
And listen to the birds
And the laughter of children
And the turning of the world
But the storm keeps raging
In brightly lit florescent rooms
Where brave people
In insufficient gear
Battle an enemy who is cryptic
And unseen
They brave the storm in their paddle boats
And fishing boats
To save those stranded in need

Sitting in the sunshine
I sometimes forget the storm
But I always remember those brave people
Who haven't seen their families in weeks
Who haven't had a hug
Who face grisly death everyday
And keep fighting
And keep healthy
And we support them
In the sunshine
In our homes
Until this storm doth pass
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    Douglas Karson

    I love poetry.

    It can be whimsical or epic, unbearably long or just two memorable lines, mature and dark or light and childish.

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