Dan Reynolds Poems

within the withered carcass of an old leather bag
a role of folded paper lay and hid
within the folds and pleats of the tongue she used to nag
a secret truth was unscrewing the lid
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I am but a wee paper clip
from wire have I been fashioned
My energy? Stored potential.
No trace herein, of passion.
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Have you ever taken notice,
just how blue that winter sky seems?
Fresher than spearmint
and clearer than ice
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The mall on Christmas Eve was not the same
She sensed an absence, something not quite right.
That husband whom she’d took so long to tame
had disappeared so swiftly out of sight.
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The melting and the merging of the souls,
that tingling, intermingling of the selves.
Accepting, without thought, another’s goals,
content to site their own upon the shelves.
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I sit upon the old slate steps
Click my fingers, instant dusk.
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Yes, I am the one who put the treacle in your socks
Who swapped your jelly babies with those little painted rocks
The one who put their hand up, to tell "Miss" I'd heard you swear.
The one who in the playground squished the chewing-gum in your hair.
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How mnay flok wlil be amzaed
Wlihe orehts are consufed and dezad
To fnid taht tehy can raed tihs peom
Yet form tehir mtuoh, trehe is no faom
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We welcome in, the burning cold of dawn.
This tablecloth of lace, sans permanence.
This brittle bridal blanket, o'er the lawn,
though unexpected, cannot cause offence.
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Evidence of aspirations from a time long past.

Neither cloud nor mist, you hang there
Above and below the valley walls
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