David Taylor Poems

All that shines speaks to me
with an eloquence beyond any words,
with the magic of singing poetry
before a thought darkened that pure majesty
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Tired of writing poems
I wearily wrote my second
stab at Haiku
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It’s raining grey
over a strangely
mixed landscape
of cranes and lorry parks
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I’ll never forget that place that we went
one summer in Devon when we played on the beach;
or the walk late at night when we visited my uncle Jack
and I was too heavy to ride home on dad’s back;
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So strange that in split seconds
the future can change hue,
rosy and bright fast becomes blue
greyed out of ashen hopes;
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I married an October girl
but met her in December's cold,
I remember well
that winter of our meeting
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I ring the doorbell;
seemingly no answer.

Rattle the letterbox;
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The birds had a heavy night
disturbed by a full moon
casting mysterious shadows
through branches of thought;
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How we strive to know You,
and know You not.
How we pray to see You
and see You not
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