Phil J Hambling Biography

Nobody can notice your tears
In the bite of the January rains
They merge in salty stings
And into one long stream of memories
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A Celestial birth
Cast by a trillion dice
We came to exist
By the turn of the spheres
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Urgent bronchial fingers,
Flailing at the breeze,
Dealing out their copper calling cards to the earth,
Casting into the flux the torn tickets of time,
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The squirrel hoards it cache
Yet it knows that half goes missing
And that the lost nuts
Will make the trees of the forest
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Waiting for the daffodils
And the little yellow promises
Of a constellation of new born suns
Waving at us joyfully
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