Another day closer to death

I am currently lamenting the loss of my beloved Cannon Camera. These were taken on my phone from my recent travels, they are a combination of Yorkshire Sculpture Park, Scotland, Northern College and Locke Park which is in tarn near weir are live (he says; adopting local lumpen pole dialect).

I have tried to capture just how bad I am at photography in every single shot and I am quite pleased to report that I have exceeded my expectations yet again.

If I could be bothered I would upload more but I can’t so I won’t. Now if you will excuse me I have lots of things to do such as washing my lightbulbs, combing my bathroom carpet for Silverfish, organising the ice in my freezer, alphabetizing the dust on my stereo, answering the door at random intervals and lots less besides.

I don’t have all day to sit around waiting to validate my existence by the number of likes I get from random strangers who have nothing better to do than trawl around WordPress when they should be out doing more interesting things with their lives. Shame on you people.

Now, where did I put my life?

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The dawn bleaches out the dream

Twice I have held the world in my arms,
in November and late July,
before the carousel slowed,
before the photographs fell silent.

It’s not the presence
but the void,
it’s not the new
but the old I watch
hand tied and dumb
through a window ajar
but not enough to grasp.

We walked a fine line
between memory and lies
when nothing was wrong
everything was hidden
just beneath the surface
tension and tears lingered;
all memories now,
smaller than the space between rain,
made colder by an arm’s length.

© D. Archer. January 2015

Princess

Thirteen summers have passed,
More shared than lost,
Be always all of you,
Though you are forever half of us.

Make only your own mistakes,
Walk only your own path,
Live, for you are forever loved
By your forever mum and dad.

(c) D.Archer. July 2013
Happy Birthday Princess!

One Surprised Mathematician

On this birthday of mine
I’m the square root of 1849;
I’m a mathematician
not a poet
so I’m surprised this bit rhymes.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011