He’s always feeling sick
got pains in his head,
constantly on edge
nerves torn to a shred.
His hair much greyer
face ashen and pale,
he’s smoking again
drinking too much ale.
He can’t get to sleep
Hi Graham – I’m really pleased to see that you’re annotating your poems verse-by-verse. Did you know you can also highlight a bit of text in a verse and comment on that? Hover over this comment to see what I highlighted.
Under a canopy of unbroken cloud,
across a junction over undropped kerbs
with gates and hedges for goals
and a wickedly uneven, improvised pitch,
you appeared in an urban field of dreams
arrayed on concrete […]
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