Gordon R Menzies Poems

I follow the pale, silken river
of your outstretched leg
from the river mouth, where
your painted toes glittered
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I've given up poetry

no more pulled faces, long
as autumn grey shadows,
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Silver leaves beneath the water
lay layered and unmoving
as though painted on the stream bed
discarded love letters, inkless
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These last leaves between us, Mother
falling from our old family tree
your last few clinging in your winter
mine, yet coloured in my autumn days
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when she wears the long blue shirt
she is a lost ocean I wish to name
hypnotic fabric wave over wave
white buttons mother-of-pearl
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Nestled there beneath her heart
listening to the waves crashing
with futility upon the curve
of her ribs, the sturdy piles
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I have bared myself
a black wind blows
the night snow falls
falling flakes touch
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We've lost the accommodating grin
Of a summer morning, the soft, derisive jeers
For we Anglers, our flies and our waders
With shoes wet with the morning dew
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Let me rise, like a fallen seed unnoticed
in the leaf-littered green of her eyes
slowly unfolding there, unseen but sensed
living in the light of a gaze sent elsewhere
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This woman's trust is a river running
a word pledged, instantly swept away
the water was black like her hair, her
overripe body a corpse on the bank
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