Seasonal (sections)

[cidermaid]

back again AJ, i was trying tp sort a table out for you that may be of help. if not it's fine. the idea is it may help you lay out the poem in a different way. just click on edit to see how it works will give some feedback tomorrow.

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March sighing for her love.

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Timed out burst. Feet first

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From new born to necrotic, nurturing.

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Of late, urgent opportunist,

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budding swelling, breaking dam.

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Weathering, the pains that are growing.

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[td]now loves’ unprejudiced,[/td]
[td]bright light, new day. Start. [/td]
[td]The clock is ticking on life, replenishing[/td]
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[td]April, gained through pained mist. Full of[/td]
[td]Start right, richly veined[/td]
[td]every cell, a laden nurse in waiting.[/td]
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[td]bourgeoning subterfuge,[/td]
[td]overflowing growing grass. [/td]
[td]Ever changing, outreaching, yet never leaving. [/td]
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[td]springs the heavy deluge. Doe eyed,[/td]
[td]Soft breath nuzzling[/td]
[td]The slender, tender touch of love resting.[/td]
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[td]May leaves the safe refuge,[/td]
[td]nuzzling, nipping. [/td]
[td]Freshly planted, sap rising, not resting,[/td]
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[td]rough and rude the buds are shaken![/td]
[td]Leap, thrust, hold. Innocent eyes [/td]
[td]behold the glazed nuance of nurturing.[/td]
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[td]Taken. Lust awakened.[/td]
[td]may pierce, slipped, held deep[/td]
[td]Cleaving into clefts, dividing and leaving,[/td]
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[td]June all too soon, overtaken,[/td]
[td]Deep sleep, dappled shade[/td]
[td]green and golden garlands growing,[/td]
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[td]sowing a veil of tears.[/td]
[td]Bugs biting, raindrops kissing. [/td]
[td]Soft voiced trees, whispering, waiting;[/td]
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[td]Worn out by drought filled fears, played out.[/td]
[td]Play fighting, free running, [/td]
[td]cloud baiting. Dewy caress replenishing.[/td]
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[td]July blue, high, dry, clear,[/td]
[td]running sweat, deep heat[/td]
[td]Moisture reaching roots replenishing,[/td]
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[td]subterranean streams,[/td]
[td]matron guarded siesta. [/td]
[td]The hived bees in honeyed ease, resting, [/td]
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[td]slip-streamed by a moon beam.[/td]
[td]Refreshing dawn dew[/td]
[td]dropping nectar. The knowing in the waiting.[/td]
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[td]Ascending slender dreams of mist,[/td]
[td]Due for a long drink[/td]
[td]The blushing dog rose nurturing,[/td]
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[td]the final fling revealed.[/td]
[td]Full fat gloaming, evening mist[/td]
[td]twining through the vines, growing.[/td]
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[td]Pensive August appeals. Concealed,[/td]
[td]Dark green gathering[/td]
[td]falling curtain of swords cleaving, leaving,[/td]
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[td]September – reluctant. Congealed,[/td]
[td]gathering clouds pile[/td]
[td]gentle cow-parsley graciously leaving,[/td]
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[td]bleeding beauty now takes the field,[/td]
[td]flanked deep, heaving gates aside[/td]
[td]All moisture withdrawn, non-replenishing.[/td]
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[td]a fate caressed and sealed. Stone-ground,[/td]
[td]hard tack ground to creep[/td]
[td]worm feed swelling, forever growing.[/td]
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[td]October refused to yield. Pierced lamb,[/td]
[td]creep, cross over. Call [/td]
[td]a turning clod aside, belly up, resting.[/td]
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[td]a nest bound swallow. Last, not yet[/td]
[td]on the wing. Path flight, first thought. [/td]
[td]A fatal kiss amid the nurturing.[/td]
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[td]fully fledged, held in debt.[/td]
[td]Restricted. Re-zoned,[/td]
[td]The pointless waiting.[/td]
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[td]November plays roulette. Focussed[/td]
[td]Zoned in, colour cloned. [/td]
[td]Browned off, so very tired of waiting[/td]
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[td]for the final dozen.[/td]
[td]Leaching last connecting shades, [/td]
[td]the upper floor players are leaving.[/td]
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[td]The broken bridge. Orphan, sylvan[/td]
[td]last step, door is closed.[/td]
[td]Fully paid up, net gain in the nurturing.[/td]
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[td]leaves December corban.[/td]
[td]Closed off, bagged bundle.[/td]
[td]A silver thread among the thorns, replenishing[/td]
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[td]The simple things that mean so much,[/td]
[td]Fast expanding awareness. [/td]
[td]A silver dagger for a tongue, resting.[/td]
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[td]dependant on love’s touch.[/td]
[td]Fruitful winter store. [/td]
[td]Yet ravenous and rapine. Still growing.[/td]
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[td]January will need a crutch.[/td]
[td]Store shed, bellies full. [/td]
[td]The winter wolf is growling and growing. [/td]
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[td]With darkened countenance,[/td]
[td]Cracks plugged to mud and decay, [/td]
[td]The winter wolf is growling and growing. [/td]
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[td]now searching luminance; best guess,[/td]
[td]Main stay, straw and hat.[/td]
[td]Upon which, the babe will soon be resting.[/td]
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[td]found in pre-eminence.[/td]
[td]Hay prepped, full mangers.[/td]
[td]Much vaunted harvest, southward leaving,[/td]
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[td]the growing grace, a fitted glove.[/td]
[td]Cloy clods, frost, sun, wind clearing [/td]
[td]and leading the grey away, replenishing[/td]
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[td]February’s white dove.[/td]
[td]Emerging bud time, [/td]
[td]awakening first loves’ natural nurturing.[/td]
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[td]Resting on the breast of growing love[/td]
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[td]held in the nurturing and ever waiting arm[/td]
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[td]once graven, never leaving. Seasonally replenishing.[/td]
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Hi Billy,
Thanks for putting up the table for me. Appreciate your time.
hope you had a great meal (I'm sure it was) and a equally great new years eve.

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Hmm...I need to go back through the above and re-sort the punctuation. Looks like some of it got deleted when cut n pasting. Sorry not got time now...need to prep nibbly bits for tonight. (Shame tho...fresh out of flying pork...too much port marinade...going to have to try pigs in blankets instead. )