I'm alone, counting
five things I see, five I hear
the panic is near.

Sand, a seagull, waves
lighthouse, lightning slashes green
against a red sky.

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A Mothy Chancer

Imagine Icarus,
a fop with waxen wings,
dancing round lamp-lit fuss.

A taste for trouble,
lured by the bulb’s false hymn,
brief pomp, brief fame, brief bubble.

A gormless night-flyer,
battering panes, half-blind,
singed by his own supplier.

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I’m sorry sandcastles aren’t permanent. #poetry #poem #poet #art #poems #art #artist #create

I am convinced of the groundhogs diet #poetry #poem #art