Nia Williams Poems

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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