Margaret Kollmer Poems

Seek her not in the yawn
of a grey December
as withered she lies
in wrinkled expectation of
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Got me a new job today -
catching sunbeams
and hawking them
to those in need:
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He stood in the pathway
of the promise of dawn
and shrugged at the
warning bells of time.
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Don't smile at me
if your smile
doesn't reach your eyes....
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Somewhere in a very tall building
where nations are judged
by the company they keep,
a clenched hand with ink-filled gun
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Aurora weeps and rockets wail
across a wounded orange-peel sky.
Weaving some wanton fabric
for a weary man-child's shroud?
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Your way isn't easy
I feel so small
You seem so distant
Whenever I call.
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I wrote this poem whilst visiting Ireland from whence my Gran had left to settle here in South Africa in the early 1900's.

Sure I travelled far from Africa
across the oceans wide
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Moved beyond the power of words
Catch me sharing your dream
unfolding as petals on a bloom
Dare I be stilled by such dream?
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There's a little bit of sweetness
in everything that's sad
And a little bit of goodness
in everything that's bad.
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