Nia Williams

Stuck inside my head
The lace lay in the doorway
Her shift almost done.
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My only wish
Is to be understood
My swirling thoughts
Reacing heart
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Faster than bullets.
Electrical genius.
made by many hands.
Arrival times change.
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From her biscuit highlights
To her plumb shrug
And her good old faithful ‘berties’
I admire the glamour in her style.
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An era I envy
The cost of glamour
Unfolds in retro style
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A multitude of sailors gathering
Amongst the river muscle men
Conwy Cruise ship glides by announcing
The kaleidoscopic view
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Chosen
By it's own right
Suppressed beneath
The delicacy
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Uplifting sound of street laughter
The unseen styles
Un-experimented colour schemes
High risen sights
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Excitement
Lies ahead
Preparations begin
Items emerge from
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Monty the sheepdog mongrel
Embarks on his mission
To torment the youths
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The stainless off white
Porcelain dish
From one week to another
She keeps me guessing
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Rough around the edges
The linen like paper
Smeared in his stained fingerprint
Soon to evaporate
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Your beauty
Your elegance
Simply absorbs me
The uncut whisper
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My eye insisted on gazing
Over the rippled sand banks
The surrounding estuary
Reminds me of a childhood sketch
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For all the hopes I pondered
For all the dreams I set
For every wish accounted for
Not one comes close
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In the depth of that single
Loving Moment
I placed a lifetime of hope
In your arms
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From your olive tone
To that recognised smile
unexpectedly....
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The space between souls
High driven expectations
Within their reach
Or their dream?
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