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Time for another poem, shining a light on our times and the challenges and opportunities that they present.


You have ever been

My endless work in progress,

My tiger’s den:

A non-erasing nub

Protruding from a

Pencil stub;

A spiral posing

As a circle, swirling

Out from closing;

Defeat and ashes,

Now demanding,

Cuts and gashes;

My siren song


Harping “wrong!”;

Endless query,

Obsessing murmurs

Hard and airy


“I can be alone without being lonely.

In fact, those times of solitude are

necessary respite for a beleaguered

soul, set upon by the pressures of

life. I need to take whatever

moments I can to just be still.”

-Steve Goodier-


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