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I must get used to writing where I am

And not wait for that special moment when,

Like sitting on the train, it seems I can

Work out my ideas with a pen.

For the last few days, concentrating

On the house move, I've had little time

For anything, it seems, except in meeting

The needs of the moment. Setting down in rhyme

More than the passing stages of the move

Or casual haikus, seems to be beyond

Me, and hours can pass while my thoughts rove

Irresolute, unfocussed and unhoned.

            This sonnet simply goes to prove that lines

            Can work themselves without engaging minds.

Brian Hick February 2012

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