Mark Heathcote Poems

Shadows dance in the mist, trees and leaves
dance like a woman removing her dress
a floral one-piece, fall's—drifts in the breeze
a swirling ballet dancer with finesse;
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The moon has circled your sins
Made a white wedding band for you
You must to the sound of her violins
Be wed before the morning dew -
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The lotus is a flower cut from desire.
Whatever her hue, her petals attire
she is the goddess that sank into
the muddy waters - arose anew.
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The grass isn't always greener on the other side,
on the other side of the fence.
But I am sure it is in death,
and wherever it is, my daughter rests
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Just imagine you didn't have long to live
what would you give to live that bit longer?
Just ponder; don't meander into overdrive
strive to answer like a cataloguer
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I believe fate dealt me an albatross
A cloud for whatever road I-choose-cross
I know its self-fulfilling prophecy:
I'm a land creature quite obviously,
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When we still had to adjust the TV antenna
I was a child in the 70s-glam rock era
audiences loved him almost reverently,
David Bowie's songs were otherworldly.
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Apples red as blood, ready for picking
As Snow White went about her many chores
A jealous witch is plotting and scheming
Her demise with a host of poison spores
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There's intensity in a whisper
That isn't present in a yell or shouts
In the way, a sun opened flower pouts
Or hushed autumn leaves fall to a gutter.
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