Beatrice Evans Poems

He said the word Cancer
like a spit in my eye,  
a spine chilling word that scrambled my legs;
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I wear the fall of darkness now
It has a stealth, a stillness deep;
that rains on down, it seeds my brow-
with furtiveness it kneads my sleep.
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Impossible Dream

I sigh in the night o'er feckless yearnings.
the sleepless hours lay bare all thoughts of thee.
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Lecture For The Dog

Ok, Ok I have right to complain;
"Stop barking up the wrong trees
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