Jeff Siegel Poems

If your hand should ever leave my side,
Should our fingers become wayward ships,
Such grievous sorrow my flesh would cry,
To feel the loss of your fingertips.
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There are questions in life
That are best left to riddle,
The man in the moon,
A capricious tune,
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Pretty you are not,
In the times I think of you.
When one was a number I only viewed,
Then you came and showed me two.
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In the soltice of my mind
The sun sets closer on longing and grief.
A fortnight of Sundays,
And still I find,
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If I could be loved, and only by you,
Gone would be the gallows of loneliness,
And the footsteps of despair,
I would bid them adieu.
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The clouds grow thick
And start to mass
As your perfume stains my pillow.
While outside the winds blow foul
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Oh how she sings,
In beautiful refrain,
When caustic clouds have gathered,
And the day begins to feign.
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I needed a smile,
And none to be had,

Faces as sunless
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The ghost in my pen
Has again let you in
Painting my longing on paper.
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Over the tops of trees it can bring
A cooling relief from a hot summer's sting.

Or a vessel that sails like the falcon and crow
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