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  Last Rites I’d always loved flowers and you helped me fill my garden, brought a plant each time we met. It was our little ritual a recurring theme, flowers for my garden to bring me joy. I would like to lie in that garden in the mist of the soft sweet smelling mist of them   for ever. But we all have our time, our time to live, and our time to die and only your flowers   will bloom eternally each in its season,   in their own little ritual living on beyond me. I want no funeral rituals. When I’m dead I won’t see them on my grave, won’t know that you’ve brought them for me won’t know if you haven’t. The flowers you carry   in that season should be for you, you that I left behind. Don’t let them die for me. Nobody wants dead flowers, least of all, dead people. https://pinklilyliterature.wixsite.com/home
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  Circles of Light    I’d walked down the street many times and not noticed them  in both day and night time.  I’d driven down many times  and not noticed them  in both day and night time  Such innocuous road markings  seen so often they become unseen.  But tonight I saw the street from above and saw how the trees lights lit up the markings in orange and blue circles moonstruck like an art installation  painting circles of light  and making the ordinary  into extraordinary. https://pinklilyliterature.wixsite.com/home
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  Whispers   I sit here quietly  unsure  what  is happening  as the wind whispers to me.  I listen  carefully.  I know that I must obey. https://pinklilyliterature.wixsite.com/home
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  Holding the Sunlight   She learned to catch the sunlight to hold it in her hands  and let it warm them  with the scents of summer to let its rays shine through then open her fingers wide and let it go free.  And then  a shadow falls  and it’s lost. https://pinklilyliterature.wixsite.com/home
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  Oranges Little paper people eating oranges. Big paper people eating oranges. Brown paper bags full of people eating oranges.  https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/04/lemonade-days.html
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  Fizzing Sometimes  I long for those childhood days When the sun shone everyday and lemonade was kitchen made from lemons and sugar  and tap water, refreshment without fizz scooped from a bowl not poured from a plastic bottle filled with gas and tightly sealed filled with artificial flavours to bring a hint of lemon to the sweet fizz. Oh yes, take me back to those lemonade days of my childhood. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/04/lemonade-days.html
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  Me And Five Pears There ’ s something about the shape of this fruit about the way it makes the light reflect  the colours from yellow to green and from pink to red. The green ones were my first choice. Green turning to brown  with yellow and gold highlights. I thought I liked them best. But in the end it was the brightness of the red that won me over, convinced me of its perfection  for incorporation  into my painting. I chose them carefully  and arranged them in a dish spilling them out onto the table top. Then I threw away the dish and held them myself. I struck a pose. Look! https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/04/lemonade-days.html
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