Older poems revisited...

Feeling hugely uncreative at the moment but very reflective and so thought I'd visit some older pieces. It's always somehow horrific to read stuff I've written, trying to imagine what/where/how I have managed to find those words or (eeek!) that rhyme. I think I can only justify stuff on the concept that a poem is like a layer of skin...uhoh, I'm going to start talking about onions which will make Shrek fans laugh. Recurring themes sometimes pop up in older poems. One or two lines that I am happy with do too. So I'll start with some work from 2004.