Success!!!! Day 2 and I have resisted The Urge To Purge! Yey! :)) xx

Too old for change, we let
Sleep equals the softest of rain
The scant few seconds scattering damp earth before
Their proud fertility
Weaving good-byes, fingers crossed against
A drift of passing days

Mysteries. I don’t want them unravelled –
But I play the part
I’m cast in: carrot on rope, rabbit
The bay horse
Tied to tracks.
Children define us: travels, success,

Despite all our learning flowering and fruiting are still
Equations
Against a dark window and time
You leaning forward, lighting my cigarette
Its scent is sharp as a knife’s nick

You sat too near
In the mirror our heads were close together
We shuffle, cough, offer the last excuse,
The M6, rush-hour tailbacks, evening rain

It is more darkness the world is fighting for

We must meet up at other times, we say,
For there to be any mistake
Facing the long drive home
Towards the surfacing of dreams







What I have done here is simply to order and enjamb random lines, each from a different poem, without changing a single jot. Hence the syntax isn't quite right on occasions, or the meaning isn't quite square, but I haven't done any "tidying"! BINGO! :)) And I'm trying to dispense with titles this month in order not to give any extra "clues" which might force an interpretation.