Gillian Commerford Poems

I spend my time writing poems
and thinking about polar bears.
I ponder on the meaning of 'normal'
and how do you define 'success'.
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My eyes receive the colour of the day.
My mouth receives the taste of early morning.
The scent of the awakening earth
reminds me of my distress-
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What's darkest in me
is often that which is most true.
I don't embrace it
but I accept it
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Nothing much has been happening to me.
Nothing going on.
My life is very quiet, very slow-
but my soul is learning to dance
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I look at You
and see a reflection of myself
but not only that
within my reflection
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The world won't notice when we're gone.
Perhaps our pets will miss us
be a bit forlorn
but they'll adjust;
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Whatever lives inside me
lives inside me
like a discontented bird
flapping its wings
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I feel joy
It rushes to the palms of my hands
to the soles of my feet-
I feel it in my throat
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I met an angel
humming lullabies
his hands were full of apples
his heart merely full
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What would my life have been
if I'd never been born?
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