Sandra Osborne Poems

The past,
memories called tears;
understandings
as old as rocks,
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I could take a knife
And plunge it deep,
Or die somehow,
In my sleep.
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Sunshine,
Plastic purple people
In bronze, great golden
Pools of blood
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I wait only for
The future’s promise:
That I will always
Show more love than hate,
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Prolific writing
Streams of thought
Trickle from my swollen brain
Fingers punching
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Be weary, Lord of the summer wind,
Lord of the heat that you blow in,
Away with flowers, land and trees,
To stay them not, least all the trees.
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I saw the shelling of the houses
I saw the planes and bombs and tanks.
I saw the women and children dying,
I saw the river’s bloody banks.
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You told me from your lips,
You told me from your mind,
You told me when we kissed,
But not the first time.
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See window sills,
And laughter smiles,
Funny walks,
When you were a child,
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It's been so unbelieveably long.
Freedom seems to fall,
And fade away.
Deep inside I feel alone.
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