poetry
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Eat, Train, Love (Part 6)
Frankfurt, Bruges and Back (14 – 16th May) Since I finished the last part. I realised that I really only gave Frankfurt the afterglow of my day in Prague. A destination picked just to break up the journey from Prague… Continue reading
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Come out of the Edges.
Come out from the edges. Where it was comfortable for so long. Stand on the edge no more. Shadow wanderer. Scared edge dweller. Find respite in the borderlands no more. Resist the call. Resist fragility. For now, is your moment.… Continue reading
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The Candle.
I paused and lit a candle. Meetings over, Emails done, Groceries unpacked, Head thoughts in a variety of places Cup of tea made And in the cool grey of the cloudy afternoon light I walked slowly to the bookshelf Took… Continue reading
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Eyes read, what the heart bleeds.
I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting… Continue reading
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Hand in Hand, Soul by Soul
Come take a walk with me, Walk through my suffering, Walk through my quiet silencing, Walk with me, and share my story Walk with me, so I get to talk too Hand in hand, Soul by Soul. Come take a… Continue reading
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Standing on lovers shoulders.
I’ve read too many words, To be able to say something new, Or something original. Yet what I can do, Is continue, The soul language, From the dawning of time. That radiates through, All of life, And All of words.… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 