Katy Fulker Poems

A chameleon crawls along a stalk of omnipotency,
His feet tread on green; his skin matches,
Ahead he sees a potential mate,
He changes colour:
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I like the sound of Sadness.
It rests pure,
On a rusty red heart
Bulging,
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I touched a moment;
It felt
Real,
Pure,
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Impatient with scold, destroying your hue,
Black has no time for the anguish of Blue.
The sky yearns for hope, yet weak in its fight,
Its voice is swallowed, eclipsed by night.
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Disillusioned confusion
Of a bent-backed heart
With folding creases,
And a sour hope
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I cried today,
For some far-off distant light
I never touched,
But was touched by
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Faces of triviality floating
On shallow seas.
I do not belong.
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The second flood swept clean,
Yet there was Cohn left all alone,
Till from the very clouds above,
God's voice began to moan.
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A monkey, young and full of questions,
And unsure of what to do,
Felt the need to leave his home
And set off for pastures new.
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I take thee to my wedded wife,
(A marriage full of heartache and strife) ,
To have and to hold,
(Emotions gone cold) ,
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