Contributor: Dave Ludford

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I have tattooed a grain of sand
It took a hundred years and so much blood ink
I'll carry on until I have an entire beach,
Throw each particle to wherever it should land
Then watch as waves wash my work away
Start again. Time isn't important to me.
So take a handful of sand, let it slip between your fingers
And read: 'Look towards the cliffs
Watch me point to where the land meets the sky, Dazzling horizon
Beware the coming storm
Thunder will boom with words you should hear
Lightning will herald a revelation.'
Take each grain and write a book of wisdom.


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Dave Ludford is a poet and short story writer from Nuneaton, England. His works have appeared at a variety of locations in the US, UK & India. He is currently working on his first play.

Contributor: Dave Ludford

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Regrets, tangled like seaweed
Around the anchor of his saddened heart
Despair deeper than fathomless oceans
For the golden blue-eyed child
He would never know or love, his son.
Despair that echoes around the valley for aeons
Blasting like canonfire against the silence
Then nothing: time shatters, splinters
Shards of emptiness shot to the heavens
Guilt like a lead weight pressing hard
Upon shoulders flexed and tensed
To burden everlasting misery.


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Dave Ludford is a short story writer and poet from Nuneaton, England. His works have appeared at a variety of locations in the US, UK & India. He is currently working on his first play.