Confetti Rust
i connect with my environment
as dew
spins quietly
on the morning ground
i reach for early thoughts
i tell a story
and then i wonder
if we really know –
quite what we have –
let ourselves in for
who am i
jester?
merry maker?
amateur wise man turn pro
lost sheep –
in a county show?
who am i
and who are you
singer?
lover?
all round striped tiger?
mystical mystic –
or the detective insider
i connect with my environment
as confetti rust
it showers down
on this societal marriage of convenience
the one we have all entered into
James Garratt – Monday 22nd March 2021
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Confetti Rust – Written Monday 22nd March 2021 (Aged 46)

Hi James
this poem is quite profound and left me looking for more.
Helen x
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Thank you. In what way? X
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