The train is leaving, but there is the head of a child
Resolutely wedged in my door of change
A sense of submerging as the old breath runs out
Nasty phobias manifest at times like this
Surrendering, the final click elicits a sick shiver.
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I begin again with an awkward moment.
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This is how life pans out on my emergence
I walk strangely into a squeaky new room
Only when I am firmly ensconced, do I open my eyes.
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Now though, once again, my Mind is in the Gap, MIND THE GAP, MIND THE GAP!
aplaceforpoetry 
you are oh so good. Love the images and the transition.
Thank you, Audra. The poems take me on incredible journeys x
and your readers as well. I do enjoy your writing. Hope you are well.
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Posted on December 9, 2012
Um, I’m lost for words – what a lovely end to my day. Thank you! 🙂
This is another one I’m having to work at. But you and Audra, and Susan Daniels et al should be flattered. Until a few weeks ago I never read poetry at all, let alone started writing it.
thanks to you and them and all the others for the inspiration
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I forgot to mention I really like the ‘Mind the gap’ pun.
BTW I sent another blogger in your direction yesterday. She’d posted some shots of kites on her site, and I told her to check out ‘Virew from the motorway II.’ Seemed to like it; you acquired a new follower
Fabulous, plenty of room in the cave – I’ll put the kettle on x
Get the fire thrower in too, it’s perishing outside. I’d do it myself but it’s a long way to Shropshire, and my range is limited to about 4 feet
very thought provoking julia.