Treasure Island

michael oliver

(13-4-1948 / swansea)

Fourteen lines


Smoking in the door
Smoking from the rain
Loud at night experts
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This is just an excercise to keep my craft skills alert. I pass this pub every night on my way home from work this records one passing.It is a bit influenced by The American style of writng which I admire but just canot achieve

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  • Luscious Larry (1/7/2013 6:33:00 PM)

    The Dogg says you're boffo, and dang it, he's right. Loud at night experts! That is sublime, man! (Report) Reply

  • Steven Ralph (1/7/2013 6:08:00 PM)

    Yes! This is excellent poetry. I think you 'achieve' a great deal. The author knows how to Put The Words Together. I love 'prattled' and 'My certainties soft bloom...' Recommending! (Report) Reply

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