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Vase of Daffodils Copyright © J.S.Watts 2011
Bright enough to burn
Into a bleakly urban Tuesday morning -
Vase of yellow sunshine on my window sill.

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The Stations of the Cross, during Lent Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
I sit in Church near the station where
Jesus is speaking to the women of Jerusalem
I now have a twitterfriend in North Jerusalem

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The Well At Woolpit Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
is it credulous still to collect water
from the well at Woolpit?
hearsay has it was used for eye complaints

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Suffolk Soil Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
You can drive out from Bury in any direction
and you have only to look
on the soil, the selig Suffolk soil

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Kicks Copyright © Richard J Whiting
Before you consider yourself God;
Before the thunder-twins
Of music and engine

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Taking Tea Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
Do you know how easy this is?
Making tea, tea and coffee?
Entertaining ten;

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Hawkers Copyright © Richard J Whiting
The stalls are up;
A camp site of commerce;
Their palette-box tarpaulins

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Song Of A Dying Man Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2007
We found our love, some time ago
and tended it with care
but where do we go from here,

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Then and Now Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
The Room's golden ratio makes it special
the Oak panelling cut from trees
tended by many generations of foresters

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Sequoia Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2010
Get that sequoia off your shoulder babe
Chip are fine in frying pans
or off old blocks

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Waves Copyright © Colin Whyles 2011
(A respectful response to Maggies Hambling's remarkable series of paintings of Suffolk waves)
(This is a reworking of a poem first read in February 2011 which you can read here).
With eyes that look but never listen
What thrall does my broken body visit?
Listen to my boiled blood curdling

Truce Copyright © Sally Gardner 2011
I never really liked the smell of you
when you’d smoked a cigarette,
it seemed incongruous blended with