David Taylor Poems

Feet elongated past his toes
Funny spherical and red his nose
A flower bright pinned on his coat
Which perhaps squirts water
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Shall I use your words
or invent anew
to say what was known
in ancient times?
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So you toss and you turn
in the deep of the night?
Is it too dark,
or perhaps it’s too light?
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Sharp lines of soft curves
with shadowed hues that
meet with reproachful tints
over a tight woven canvas.
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Nothing’s moving
No wind today
Not true!
It is a matter
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They mashed it.
He cut it in tiny bits.
They took a plane.
But he took the bus.
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They stood there
timeless, frozen
as a heron perched
attention unwavering
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Sifting through the sands of words
that with a ticking clock
fall upon the screen of life
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
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The robin sat upon the gate
with sideways head much int'rested
as in the fallow fields below
the cows are grazing unmoving slow.
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Hubble, bubble, distant stars
looking into darkness ohh so far.
Because that light takes time to travel
into cosmic history it dimly sees
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