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Resistant But Persistent: Cherish is the word I use to describe
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Monday, 11 April 2011. Cherish is the word I use to describe. It's not often that I spend an evening by myself. It's such a rarity that, when I imagine it, I build the idea up as a special treat, a chance to do what I like, an opportunity to pretend that I'm a grown-up independent woman, in charge of my own destiny and decisions. Half an hour home and I was already feeling a bit sorry for myself. I turned on the TV - not just for the sound of the voices; this ...
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Guest Poems: November 2012
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Here is the place where I am adding your poems, and those that you recommend. As you can see from the Imagine poetry site, I love expressionalism, and think that it is wonderful to be able to share this with as many who care to read. God bless poets. Monday, 5 November 2012. Love The Sexual Kind. Love The Sexual Kind. Yes this is a real story. I smell your scent,. Warm, lazy and copulent. From a night of wild,. A dance, a play,. We got our end,. Away in the fury of,. Fuzzy feeling and,. Do you still,.
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Resistant But Persistent: May 2014
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Tuesday, 27 May 2014. The end of the holiday. A couple of days ago, as I read the last few pages of a book that had completely captured me, I recognised that old feeling; a familiar sense of loss, a wistful wishing it could all carry on for just a little bit longer. Tuesday, 20 May 2014. I wonder if the Railway misses us. They seemed to be hardly Railway children at all in those days, and as the days went on each had an uneasy feeling about this which Phyllis expr...
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Resistant But Persistent: October 2013
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Sunday, 27 October 2013. After the clocks go back. I could use the extra hour to write a story,. Or pass it penning lyrics for a song. I might count each of the seconds very slowly,. To make the minutes linger on and on. I could view the extra hour as a bonus,. As added time to read and think and be. Three thousand and six hundred extra moments. A gift that comes from nowhere, burden-free. But I look out at the slowly lightening morning,. Sunday, 20 October 2013.
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Resistant But Persistent: September 2013
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Sunday, 1 September 2013. From Charing Cross to Sevenoaks. It's late afternoon, the end of a summer Sunday and the train is full. We sit quietly, each a little tired, each perhaps thinking about the film we've just seen. I want Mummy to sit in the middle" says the six-year-old, pulling my attention back to our side of the train carriage. "Then I can have a cuddle.". You can have a cuddle when we get home" his mum offers. "And I'll read you a story.". And I want to...
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Resistant But Persistent: The end of the holiday
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Tuesday, 27 May 2014. The end of the holiday. A couple of days ago, as I read the last few pages of a book that had completely captured me, I recognised that old feeling; a familiar sense of loss, a wistful wishing it could all carry on for just a little bit longer. I know exactly what you mean. Even the best possible ending needs some mental preparation, a readiness to let go. A good book engulfs me. Also, I am totally impressed by your book wall! I also feel for...
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Resistant But Persistent: Backstage
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Monday, 9 February 2015. It's the final performance of Robin Hood, and I'm backstage in the village hall. At any other time, this would be the play group's storage area, but this week the plastic boxes of toys and the child-size tables and chairs have been stacked to one side. With the introduction of a clothes rail, it's suddenly a dressing room for the Shoreham Village Players. Before we know it, we're all on stage for the curtain call, smiling out at the audien...
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Resistant But Persistent: I wonder if the Railway misses us...
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Tuesday, 20 May 2014. I wonder if the Railway misses us. They seemed to be hardly Railway children at all in those days, and as the days went on each had an uneasy feeling about this which Phyllis expressed one day. I wonder if the Railway misses us," she said, plaintively. "We never go to see it now.". It seems ungrateful," said Bobbie; "we loved it so when we hadn't anyone else to play with.". Labels: The Railway Children. Well hello, old friend! Bill - Im so gl...
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Resistant But Persistent: November 2013
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Playing with letters, dabbling in words. Friday, 29 November 2013. Strawberry Fields Forever i. S a play about the small things and the important things, about taking your chances, not missing the moment. As the title suggests, the play, written by Bobby Stevenson,. Last night I remembered once again that the people of Shoreham know all about the small things and the important things, and my thanks go to Bobby Stevenson, Sheila Webb, and all the cast and crew of Strawberry Fields Forever,. When we go for...
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Guest Poems: November 2011
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Here is the place where I am adding your poems, and those that you recommend. As you can see from the Imagine poetry site, I love expressionalism, and think that it is wonderful to be able to share this with as many who care to read. God bless poets. Sunday, 20 November 2011. Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy. Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. Like the careful undressing of love. It will blind you with tears. It will make your reflection. As we are,.
