Margaret Alice Poems

I felt so alone, no-one home, you have to attend
to work issues, then I went and got my friends –
now they are ranged around me and I feel safe
and free, my favourite books from the library
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Terry Pratchett has such insight, he knows that in
our universe things are not as they are, but more
as people imagine them to be, meaning what the
philosopher Kant said, humanity imposes structure
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In my pancake weather day, sitting behind glass
windows covered with sun-filtering film, looking
on wet, grey buildings painted by impressionists
forgetting to use their trademark coloured palette
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Nici* made me a video, a video
dedicated to Marilese*, a video
of ALL her photos of flowers of
the West Coast, pink and purple,
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While one colleague is organizing church affairs, another
two are discussing work-on-hand and duties for the week

I’m sitting here, wondering where the little bits of meaning
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When I feel ill, I look for comforting things,
I grab my astrology book and reassure myself
on the sensitivity and sweetness of my Virgo
friend, and the grumpiness and undercover
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My diet of Astrogenetic signs is
richly augmented by my Libran
friend who refuses to get tied
down, an impossible charmer
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My ability to dream has been destroyed,
temporarily, my head is swollen, my ears
and eyes hurt and my mind filled with thorns,
the food we consumed is killing me, I’m
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Practicing virelangues – tongue twisters
in French – in order to surprise Hanlie
and June: « Didon dîna dit-on de dix dos
dodus de dix dodus dindons « = They
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I slept last night, at least I slept,
though I slept on the floor; I’m
alive this morning, though my
head’s still sore
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