Fay Slimm Poems

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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Inside the space made for dawn,
When morning
Comes glorying in,
It is just then.........................
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Clear and lucid the light
Of soft summer nights.
Gentle late breezes, right
On time float clouds, and bright
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Not before dusk
Dare they appear.
Foxy tails brush
The ground, as they
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Manifesting in the high noon sky
He swirls, and turning
Wheels and dives, while I
In awestruck silence wait,
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Indiscriminate killing.
Gunmen not willing to compromise aims.
Aiming at anyone running or staying
Around to get in their way.
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Falling through memory's wide open window,
Hitherto kept tightly closed.
I'm flying away into chilhood experience
Where, brother and I were supposed
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God, how do I choose when my Mom and my Dad
Ask me a question that splits me in two?
I don't think either of them is so sad
As to expect me to be able to
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He stares, with eyes of devotional size.
Wistful puppyhood gaze meets my heart.
This he knows, as his muzzle,
Warm but wet, digs to snuffle.
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Find me the brash soul, who on the whole
Does not fear life's mysterious existence.
From birth to the last sighing breath of the grave
Gods give assurances, promising brave
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