Mark Heathcote Poems

Some say her complexions marble white
others that her skin is jet-black
some say it's red, no wait, it's yellow.
Some say her skin is earthly heavenly brown
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Seesawing aerial-dancing,
Skating gracefully on snow and ice
dancing like cranes, my love and I,
weightless in the snowy air
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Like empty skeletal Russian dolls
casting off their innermost selves
We all wear our snakeskins on the inside.
Deciding on what is best to deceive,
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Grey moth, waiting its timely moment to fly
waiting its moment to swoon into a flame
takes to the air, while its life for a moment
is suspended in animation, hangs in deep despair.
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Every day of our hallmark engraved lives
Is given over to some near immovable patina
That requires some gentle soul—polishing
Jewel like craftsmanship, quality cutting.
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Rapidly, reaching, eradication
due to wetland, development, projects
sadly, there's a dwindling population
of the Siberian crane, the onsets
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Seen as a wader, the gleaner
of these murky margins.
He is in for the long haul. Neck deep,
so gracefully slender.
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I am here, respond takes heart
Almighty rain clouds, dark come hither
The ground is aching for you to deliver.
There are mouths to feed not just water
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Let some small degree of happiness enter your life
let it rooted be like a willow tree, tapping its water
let it sway in the wind and speak of your delights
let it sop up the moonlight, its sunlight quota.
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She said he had a head like wormwood
Ever forgetful it drove her crazy
At times there were signs it was her who was crazy
At times there were signs it was her
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