David Taylor Poems

No not ever did he once
Nor ever again twice
And certainly not thrice
Like some trinity
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A spiders web shines
with gentle sunlit dew.
Natures cruel snare
or arachnids feasting there?
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There it rests
next to my PC
as I sit and drink;
green tea:
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Sun sets early over melting snow,
a grey coldness descends
and ice forms where once soft powder white
glinted in the light of dawn
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The perfect friend, silent, always in heart,
guiding, consoling, joining, upholding,
never too busy, never imposing,
never too ready and never withholding.
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The leaves swayed, first like a drunkard at midnight
on a moon swept path that seemed unstable beneath his feet
and then more gently as the wind abated and they, in unison,
slowly rocked as though a host of babies soothed to sleep
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“Put back, put back” Daniel said tearfully.
He did not want to put on his shoes
but finally with some distraction, OK bribe
of cheesy wotsits we made him forget.
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So define it, poetry I mean
Or at least a poem
Then if I knew what It was
Perhaps I could write one
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As soft as early morning dew
and sweet like nectar
surrounded by such subtle hues.
Each petal unique
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