Sheila Knowles Poems

I find
oases in strange places
spot
the jewel inside each fool
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If I could relocate
the imagination of my childhood,
lay it next to
the experimentation of my teens,
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This morning when I woke
I choked
on the freshness of your breath
that serenity
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You sit there in front of me
legs spread across the girth
of a double seat
arms folded against your chest
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She was sitting at the bus stop
dressed in turn of the century black
waiting for the bus
that takes the leftovers
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to tell you how much
I love the cup of coffee
you bring me every morning
and the way you warm my icy feet
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She’s sitting
cross-legged on the floor
plucking the fluff
from a deep pile carpet
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I was just flicking ash
on burnt out phrases
scraping jaded thoughts
in hardened wax
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Words are nothing more
than dust upon the page
they drift and scatter
like my random thoughts of you
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I loved going to the pictures
when I was a kid
that’s what we called it then
in the days before online tickets
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