C Richard Miles Poems

You gave me vibrant life when first we met
Your sparkling presence cutting through my night
And bringing warmth where fear lay, patterned white
As trackless snowy moor in winter, yet
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That scorching summer day, we trekked all
The way across the cliffs from Stackpole,

The sky as turquoise as the distant ocean
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Our feeble-frame biology
Won't let mankind relax:
We're drowning in technology;
We're overrun by apps.
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And here we sit in our dissipated miasma
As phantasms of perceived apathy crawl,
Slug-like, over the edifices of the city.
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We walk the city streets beneath chaotic skies
And mindlessly we stride as if quite unaware
Of the impending menace, stark before our eyes,
Frenetic in its nature, cold as ice-sharp air,
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Summer raindrops splish-splash in headlong dash
On the yet-green, wet-green meadow grass
Not yet weathered into harvest-yellow carpet
Not yet battered brown, nor flattened down hard yet.
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Though they may stay forever young,
Those killed by bullet, bomb or gun
In deserts of Afghanistan,
Their mourners age like any man.
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Tattered shreds, now fluttering faded
Desiccated seedheads rattle out,
Like the last peppercorn in the mill,
Dust-dry echoes of memorial.
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Beyond the rocky staircase, where tripping streamlets drop
And slipping, slithering landslides fall from heathery hillsides steep,
Under a leafy shelter, where rough limestone rocks outcrop
Down in the hidden hollow, cut by wrathful waters deep,
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