Grimbeau

Scroodles

Close Call

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Lofty Perch

plummeted

to earth and

got lucky

by missing

Bother!

The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg

 

Missed that bit,

now lost my thread correcting it – blithe spirit indeed!

Blind panic panda at the door popped in for bamboo shoots and leaves.

Then

back to Ma Jong and the tiling mosaic that

I am trying to sort in my spare time.

Gobsin calls with silly boy tales, same every year.

Not in the mood for Drood just now

and

should be showered, instead I have a luminescent crimson bear become,

wrapped up for the incoming and the outgoing.

Waiting calmly, apprehendlessly.

Quick brown lazy jump over sly fox.

Needing a feeding

Santa Clues

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To meet

face to face

my face and me

to gaze agog

on a sea of me.

A sea

of sudden time

surrounds, breaches,

fills my head from source:

one bright  blithe crystal

on the russet titanium floor,

caught in a chance manner,

a blip,

a pulse,

the fading morning bonnet fleets.

Gone as quick as it came,

we chanced a profound sorrow to part

and were gone.