David Taylor Poems

Lows and highs
a blessing in disguise?
certainly we have a propensity
to rue the life we lead
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Catch a falling star
Put it in a jar
Came from outer space
At such a frenzied pace
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Daniel has a pair of toy binoculars
he carries them wherever he goes
no matter which end he looks through
they posses magic and tell him
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I have so very much to say
but no words to express
so let a fountain spring
and be fed by gentle rain
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The Marlborough umbrella stands upright
red and white falling in rhythmic triangles
of light across the top half of tight spiked cloth.
The shining brown handle counter poised
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Shall I use your words
or invent anew
to say what was known
in ancient times?
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No not ever did he once
Nor ever again twice
And certainly not thrice
Like some trinity
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The distant tanker will soon fall off the horizon of life,
now blurred by the haze of distance and then swallowed
by the roundness that hides our future.
The trawlers float across the bay then, behind the headland,
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Why, Mirror Mirror
why reflecting
thoughts diverse
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It was a strange wall
so high and firm
with graffiti'd thoughts
as far as I could see
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