Fay Slimm Poems

All too soon the countryside,
Now fresh greened and sprouting more
Than spring, looks out for wider
Room, shakes it's newborn blossoms
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Your sweet golden darts
............................... penetrate my soul.
They strike any shadows,
................................... cull and replace
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Whever we find something of value
We tend to secrete it, cosset with care,
And regard it with awe, which is the more
Ear-marked the nearer it is to the rare.
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Along with fresh bread smell begins bright day.
As morning draws blinds down nightime affairs,
I, from my bed, catch first shining light - rays
Of sunrise breaking, then I breathe in new air.
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Knowing, through your lines,
Feelings, as I savour the verse
Dark December dances, entwined
In reams of airy romance.
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When a calmed heart takes control
Life feels good.
Better mood.
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Such tenuous hold have dreams
On reality, blowing
Aimlessly, galloping free.
They take unkindly to ties,
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Peace,
hunter of dreams, stalking love's castles,
find me.
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I catch somehow
The view of inside tears.
In eyes that peer behind
That furrowed brow.
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A long thin finger of Cornish pride
Jutts from peninsular, stands apart
And quietly basks in minding
Its own serpentine beauty. Starting
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