Jean Renwick Poems

From under the t-shaped monument
I spied a hungry sparrow
Who strutted to and fro with purpose
Before it lit upon a barrow.
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Darkened orange, black and white;
the crumbled remains of our campfire
lit on Friday night –
By Saturday morning a change in the air.
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Car alarm jump-starts the morn
The person who stayed last night now has gone.
Caffeine alert jangles in the veins:
A tug-of-war with that little voice – “love too may wane.”
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It’s not the carrot on a stick that tempted
Eve, nor sent Snow White to sleep.
It’s the juicy red apple that draws us in and brings
us back for more.
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One Winter’s morn as I went walking
In bitter wind and snow a-falling
I met a man with bearded cheeks
A rumpled coat and swag.
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Does anyone still make use of the linen handkerchief?
Does anyone still take the time to starch and iron,
Fold and press into triangle or square?
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Rain used to evoke in you certain feelings
And leave companions recovering with satiated smile
As it pounded garden, window and tile.
Fluid now pours from other body parts
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Open the gates oh Host!
Wings of angels beat against
The soft bliss of Heaven.
Rise from your knees in halleluiah!
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Life is good
Love is grand
Death goes forth to deal its hand.
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Grey and gold, of branch and petal
Monoliths russet with algae
Rioting beauty with water’s lack
A scene in the outback, out back.
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