Claudia Fitzgerald Poems

I was led into love with an eager palm,
full of life and vigour and youth.
I was shunted from love with the back of the hand,
careless, selfish and uncouth.
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To the bow, clipped on fast,
hanks off now, numb fingers fiddle.
Let fly that halliard, let fly,
crumple down to engulf me.
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On an ordinary Sunday morning,
I feel an urge to send out a warning
to the blind and belittled human race. Fools.
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Both sides of the orange make a half,
the round of the half makes the whole,
the whole of the half is all that is needed,
and the good ol’ boys come marching home.
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New beginnings sowed with new seed,
not those ones of old and of doubt.
Ones to sprout upwards and never stop,
as the winding tendrils reach up to the sun.
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You lech, you loon,
my heart does swoon.
You madman, you fool,
play it oh so cool.
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how shall i go into the unknown?
that i take the first step is all i ask
now, the future's bleak and i feel alone.
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I write about the future because nothing has happened to me,
I still have time to think how I want my life to be.
But nothing's so sure that I can ponder without waves of doubt
hitting unexpectedly to remind me that things don't always work out.
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I don't believe in answers,
I believe in questions.

The answer is a let-down,
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Flippant, flippancy, flippin' film
that one,
we're supposed to cry.
But i nipped to the loo half-way through
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