Tuesday, April 4, 2023

8.25AM By Richard Shepherd


Washing machine rumbles
camomile tea fills half a cup
spectacles start to mist 
and I'm lost

time for a smoke?
maybe
time to write my obituary?
not yet

I exhale ever so slowly
observing each movement of my lungs

what time is it?

the time is now





Richard Shepherd 52, is a writer who hails from Seaford,East Sussex which is on the south coast of England.Writing non stop throughout my childhood my hero was Spike Milligan whose poetry really touched me,also Edward Lear.Writing in adulthood has been sporadic but heres hoping I can reignite the flame that flickers inside me

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