Maggie Munro Poems

Do I miss you more?
Your words absent
Hollow space on white page
Where our love
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She wakes, with hot emotion streaming
warm and wet, across one rosy cheek.
Slowly reason rises, tears subside,
for many times does bitter obligation
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Today
There is no need for you to visit me
I can change light bulbs, tap washers and flat tyres.
Take out the garbage, mow the lawn and trim the edges
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Lowered eyes, every footfall soundless,
bony shoulders rise and fall as pistons
And strike! Death is delivered,
the quarry stilled in an instant.
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The first day sings sublimely in his mind,
standing on the honed blade of her smile.
She permeates each niche of his desire,
brazen joys which better sense denies.
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I picture you,
opening the door,
walking up the orchard rows,
in the caramel of evening light.
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Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.
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No sculpted stone or shade on deckle page,
no canvas daub or etch in verdigris,
no crystal flash or scrap of celluloid
can portray the simple candour of our age.
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