ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

The Norns who weave the tapestry
which rules the fate of mortal men.
Can make mistakes apparently
and some time have to think again.
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Dreams of desire: Forbidden things,
we wanted to, but never did.
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Can it be wrong

A shaft of sunlight through the trees
plays on the surface of a pool.
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The odour of an apple pie.
Fresh baked and set aside to cool.
Would tempt a stronger soul than I
to discard sense and play the fool.
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I sometimes wonder when you die.
Are you aware that you are dead?
And do you know the reason why
And can you see the way ahead.
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We die a little every day.
Commencing with our first drawn breath.
It's what we learn along the way.
Prepares us to accept that Death.
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The autumn leaves fall from the trees.
Twirling and dancing in the breeze.
Like ghosts of summer butterflies
although they don’t deceive my eyes.
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The falling leaves dance in the breeze
and clothe the ground beneath the trees,
in autumn colours rich a rare.
The trees themselves will soon be bare.
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Some gain fame undeservedly
The spot light of publicity
can transform a nonentity
into a new celebrity.
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Unseen enemy.

We’ve had fierce gales and heavy rain.
A lull and then it starts again
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