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Bell Lane – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. Better not to wander up Bell Lane. All in bloom,. Past the tyre and discarded shoe,. The broken door by the ruined wall. Of the imaginary dream house. Better not to wander. To the archive on the hill. But wander I will,. Down corridors half-remembered,. Past doors I may not enter. Where boxes and cans are stored,. That tell only half a story. Better not to wander. To a white house made of dust,. But wander I must,. Still further, deeper,. To the hub of memory. Better not to wander.

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priorities – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. By a quiet garden. Sun streaming through glass. All he had asked for was love. That were poached not too hard. Author of the poetry blog 'Another Way of Saying.' I tend to write short lyric pieces, although I do also write longer sequence poems. I cannot stay serious for long however before the absurd, the darkly comic and the fantastic come into play. My first collection 'Another Way of Saying' is available in paperback from Amazon, published by FeedARead, 2014. Top Posts and Pages.

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Pictures – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. The flat was in Rue Montmartre as I recall,. A sequence of pictures hung upon a wall. That explained the meaning of time;. Photos in black and white of geometric shapes,. Unusual shapes that held the eye, disturbed the eye. I sat in a corner café much concerned,. Ran back to find a tenant now installed,. A face I barely recognised at first,. To whom I would explain once and for all,. The meaning of those pictures on the wall. I failed to make him understand a thing. A few years ago...

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table talk – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. Two apples in a bowl. How we’d go. I was looking thinner. Rotten talk for supper. On the garden I’ll be scattered. If I have a soul at all. It falls just as the apple falls. We drank our fill. I paid the bill. First posted 22 Feb. 2015]. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Another Way of Saying – Page 2 – lyrics | fictions | episodes, © Edwin Best, 2016

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Another Way of Saying. Edwin best lyrics - fictions - episodes. Elegia from a dry tongue. Under a black sun. While all around sweet waters run. Breaks again this broken day. Elegia from a dry tongue. On the way back to the mainland. I met a man who said he could see angels. I dismissed this as fairytale. But he was adamant. Now as dark waters of night gather in. And realise I am still crossing. And not a sign of songbirds. I listened to the ocean. And its mournful sway. I have made an ark of my days.

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two types of silence – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. Two types of silence. I sit alone at dinner. Listening to the couple. At the next table. Who hardly speak at all. You clear your throat. Ask me to get the bill. There are as many. Different types of silence. As there are colours. On a paint chart. Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying. Reply to this comment. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). Follow Blog via Email. Follow ...

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age – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. Crossing the road can be difficult when a person is miles away I gave the finger to someone who beeped me only the other day thinking that they had abused me for being so terribly slow it was the nice lady who gives me a lift merely saying hello I am probably too swift to […]. Often there is only me there now and one place mat where there used to be several but birds still sing in the high hedgerow at dusk when service is over. I’ve noticed that when I cross the road nowadays...

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pebbles for a prize – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. Pebbles for a prize. In a cabin with no number. On a ship without a name. On a sea with no location. To the shaky old right hand. And the notebook and the pen. Of a man who was commanded. To go sailing once again. Today it was not granted. Today it won’t arrive. I am washed up on the shore. With only pebbles for a prize. First posted 1 December 2014]. Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying. Reply to this comment. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Edwin Best, 2016.

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second viewing – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. They waited weeks before separating. Until after the first frost. And in that time nothing much happened. Except the air was unusually still. And for a few short days at least. There was a late flourish of summer. In which the garden looked lovelier than ever. Then all of a rush they were gone. Beautiful – she said on second viewing. Can’t say I garden much – said the agent. Like an old postcard – she said. Carefully closing the gate behind her. She turned to take a last look.

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Edwin Best – Another Way of Saying

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Another Way of Saying. Wild roses grew on the border but pretty soon after died I moved into the Albany and sat up every night there is a window on the soul if we have a soul at all there is a phone here by the bed but I never make a call there is a wind and there […]. This morning for breakfast I was given an empty egg when I opened it with my spoon all I found inside was a sun and a moon bright fish within a golden net dark city that I can’t forget all this inside an empty egg. Tea with bad milk. Cross...