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Looking for answers

Ouija board Séance predicts;

Lack of self-belief.

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© Paul Nichol.  2017

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Posted: January 15, 2017 in 2017, Haiku, Poetry
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Without my paddle

I navigate life’s inner creeks.

Learning how to swim.

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© Paul Nichol.  2017

I was walking below the towering sea cliffs, deep in my customary habit of scrutinising the artistic qualities of my environment, when a peculiar rock, no bigger than a tennis ball demanded my attention.   The rock was wedged in the cliff’s foot, its surface the blackest black I had even seen, it was as if I were looking into nothingness, a void.

Instinctively I reached down to retrieve it, when an unexpected voice spoke within me, “leave it where it rests, the rock is where it needs to be, dislodge it and the cliff might fall.”  The cliff remained standing.

 

© Paul Nichol    January 2017

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A break in routine

Glimpsing creativity

Such a short season

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© Paul Nichol.  2017

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An English snowflake,

deadlier than all others.

Strikes fear in the heart.

Paralyse the country.

Conditions very risky.

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© Paul Nichol

“Excuse me, there appears to be a dead fly in my fruit salad”, the woman in blue dress protested.  The temptation to ask her how she knew it was dead was overwhelming, however I professionally suppressed the invitation to mock and instantly placed an expression of utter revulsion upon my tortured face.

“A fly Madam!  Dead!  In your fruit salad.  My apologises, please let me replace it at once.” I earnestly insisted whilst moving forward to retrieve the untouched plate from the table.  “I can assure you the fly was most definitely alive when I brought it from the kitchen.”

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© Paul Nichol.  2017

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Washing line display,

image code for the voyeur

to generate filth.

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© Paul Nichol.  2017