Edwina Reizer Poems

Blackbird, are you raven or crow?
It’s hard for me to tell.
Blackbird, are you raven or crow?
I only can tell when you yell.
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Deep is the pond surrounded by reeds
that bubbles where fish do swim.
Deep is the clove that surrounds my being.
Deep is my love for him.
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Daisies to adorn your grave
are placed with ardent care.
Oh that I could tend to them.
Oh that I were there.
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A taste of honeyed cakes and tea
at the end of a tasteless day
sweetens the taste buds on my tongue
like honey suckle in May.
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How many nations have risen before
and then fell flat on their knees?
Shall we join this list of fallen ones
or rebel against tyrannies?
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Do not love me for my smile,
for my looks or my way.
Just love me every day.
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Name the time and I’ll be there
to meet you one more time.
Name the place and let me know
and forget about the clime.
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They meet at public meetings.
But the words throw damning stones.
They speak as if to children
instead of weary bones.
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How many loves have floundered and failed
and never had the chance
to blossom into a thing of beauty
because it lacked romance?
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In the month of May
I thought one day
that love had come my way
But I found that I was wrong.
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