Margaret Alice Poems

A friend moving house, many
books, a few golden oldies -
too many light romances:
Love too popular a subject;
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Full speed ahead, working at a fast pace,
leaving within a few days, but before then
you must move a mountain
to another place
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There is nothing for me here, Father;
Of course not, my child, the world is
not your real home; Father, I am alone,
crying in despair; Yes my child, you
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Coming home on a rainy Monday
I’ve been several persons today, but
Marilese came home to her family;
a letter, an envelope, original,
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Want to collect stones and shells, little space,
many books, dreams all packaged, knowing the
limitations of reality: I cannot sit and stare at a fire,
so gathering driftwood and leaves to construct
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I face another call: Carlos Castaneda,
“The Second Ring of Power”, a story
about sorcery and challenge, describing
a journey to freedom and impeccability,
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Spirit like a little bird,
wings clipped, buoyancy crushed,
deflated, lost energy,
no desire for flight,
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We’ve got a new presence in the car,
a GPS voice telling us where we are,
a sexy GPS lady insisting we follow
the road – good grief, where does
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A New Route

The sensation of lukewarm sea water
too shallow for swimming, perfect for
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My mind sucked into the funnel of a mental
tunnel, eyesight going and ability to prioritise
gone; even the beautiful thought deserting
me; nothing left – is this, perchance,
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