Thoughts And Dreams

Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.

Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.

poem by Adrian Cox
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Glass Beach

Glass Beach

Waves gently crash
in distant froths salty brine
on drawback sand.

Beach pebbles rattle
smooth curved and worn
upon shoreline wash.

People gossip.
saunter back to vans
full of sandy hope

and scratched legs
with brush off hands
on sunburn red.

Fish swim batter fat
to be served with chips

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poem by Adrian Cox
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To Play At Home

To Play At Home

In 1969 at 20 arthur street
near the football ground
a four year old boy
stands in front of the terraced house.

While the sun is shinning
bitter winds blow in gusts
through his clothes;

shadows of clouds
shoot across the road,
across paving slabs,
up red brick walls.

Cars of the sixties
park tightly on a match day
to backdropp roars
and distant cries from their owners

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poem by Adrian Cox
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