David Taylor Poems

Acting mindlessly without thinking
Stupidity, foolishness, madness, inanity
No this is not mindlessness at all
This is a description of a destructive mind
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How are you today?
I am good, if you are good.
No not a religious sect
but an African concept that simply says
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Bells ring and flower petals cascade to the ground.
The waters of the brook call out.
Bird song reverberates in the sky
as water is drawn from a deep well
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Like a bud that opens out
revealing what was out of sight
a slow unfurling of beauty made
the day its seed was planted, laid
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I stand on the edge
of what seems a deep abyss,
with your gentle rhythmic sound
that I hold to my inmost breast
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Her words lapped his consciousness
as ripples meeting the shore
of a bright glistening lake
of red and gold reflections.
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He did not want to hide himself
so present at every occasion
he dressed himself appropriately
and went forth to each event
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How many shades of pink are there?
My fingers typed.
That can't be the start of a poem
I said to myself
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Nothing’s moving
No wind today
Not true!
It is a matter
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A silent gathering around,
at the end of a long journey of exertions all expired.
All present share equally,
the crackling explosions of wakefulness,
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