Lizzie Lum Poems

Through you I lose myself
That, which is everything and nothing
All at the same time
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Brave hearts
dare to die their truth
Young hearts
virginal by youth
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The first echo of you was the hard split and groan of falling timber
Before I found you there labouring lugging logs all boyish and burly
Arms strong like trees your tawny hair wilder than the forest’s foxes
Wood piled higgledy-piggledy atop the trailer to spark off the revelry
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Truth. The speckled egg
No separating its substance
You have not the extravagance of telling just a fleck
Nor merely exposing some part of pale ashen shell
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Suspended in a sacredness behind the export of our troubled minds
Beyond the hums of our heads and hot pulses of mortal veins
It lingers tolerantly, a timeless and patient custodian of the world
Mocking our darling masquerades but observing them lovingly
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You slouched on a hard plastic chair outside my room
Head low, shoulders hunched, looking sullen
Your voice one of indifference over the phone
But there you were. Punctual, waiting patiently
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We hear the chimes.
For in the mist we stand
shoulder to shoulder
clutching for comfort
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You asked me how I picture it all
those panoramic dreams
carved, chiseled and chipped
crafted with my imagination.
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And then it came.
When we least expected it
one week in July
hitching a lift
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As I humbly kneel, yielding before the altar of refinement
I am bruised but not yet beaten
Conscientious to expand
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