David Taylor Poems

So why are you shouting at me!
And that thing you said,
did you really mean to be,
so very, very mean and hurtful?
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how beautiful the sun's reflections make
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
perfectly formed and round
on the still pond it's found
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Death inevitable and unavoidable
Life fragile and transient
Reincarnate what returns
Dead meat and bones left over
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Racism a nasty word
that conjures thoughts
of oppressive deeds
made by man because
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We went to the beach to get wind in our hair
to stand on the sand and simply to stare.
To let the surf tickle toes and dampen our clothes
as we played 'run away'
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under the shadow, over the brow
is a place where (i heard) ,
it always is now;
past the street lights, beyond the black night,
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I prod the funeral pyre of my ego
with a sturdy stick.
One made of a question
that is most dear to my heart and soul.
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I feel shut off, locked in, separated
(dark alone perilous) .
The woods call with soft green tones,
the sky yearns above,
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One moment in time
all this is begun

One moment in time
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Blue sky yesterday
Grey today
Did the blue sky
Go away?
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