Delete or not Delete, That is the Question.

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I have a rather annoying trait

That I simply cannot help,

No matter what I write

However well thought out

I’ll leave it for a little while

and then I hit DELETE!

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I look back at my work,

Last year, today, last month.

It’s really never good enough.

It surely never is.

And so my finger starts to twitch…

That little can of trash,

waiting there upon on the screen,

Inviting me so temptingly

To throw it all away.

Not all at once but dribs and drabs,

Why don’t you start again?

Let it all go, do it now

Then there will be no trace

Of silly thoughts and doubtful words

And pointless mutterings.

A trigger happy delete junkie,

toying with tentative words.

Good job there’s no delete button on life,

I may not still be here!

The World in Colour

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When all the world is grey,

And nothing moves or stirs

bar the plaintive voice of a bird

or hopeful stalking cat.

When dormant is nature

and the weather is harsh

and all is hibernating still.

I look to the sky for a glimmer,

I look to the earth for a sign.

Then one day, one day,

when you though it would never come,

Caps of white snowdrops emerge,

sometimes still with hats of snow.

Followed by the tentative crocus,

Violet, white and pink.

Then later still the bright yellow trumpets

Loud and true, herald that Spring is here!

It is then, only then the season turns

From grey, monochrome tones

To glorious, technicolor!

Look a Little Closer

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Can you see?

What do you see?

Do you see as much as me?

Turn down the light,

Tone down the glare,

Soften the colours

Try not to stare.

If I close my eyes

Is it still around,

The tree in the forest

Making no sound.

You cannot see

There is nothing you see

You will never see as much as me.

There is none so blind

So the proverb says

As Those that cannot see.

Moments in Time

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Sometimes you find yourself in a beautiful place,

fleeting, transient, perfect.

You cannot hold on to it, or make it last,

neither can you replay it or revisit.

The moment is unique,

one of a kind, never to be repeated.

It may be captured in a photo,

but its only a glimpse of something gone forever.

The smell, the feel,  the sound, the taste,

fleeting like a delicate butterfly.

These brief moments in time are what make life beautiful,

Don’t just look but really see, the rewards are truly unforgettable.