Shelley Jones Poems

This is the end
I don't want to leave

The bridge not taken
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I dip my foot
In the liquid unknown

Paint any colour
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Roughened wood;
Yet so elegant in posture

Long tapered fingers;
Ballerina's composure
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Where the river meets the sea,
I sail my paper boat.
It twist and turns
Through eddy currents,
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Waking under a tree
My eyes open to delight

Magical stars
Surround me with light
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Petals of wildflowers tickle
Your cheek

You have been walking
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What is one to do
I'm only here because of you
Just sing
Go on
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I am the time traveller's wife
Entombed in labyrinthine mosse,
Haunted
By my past, present and future life.
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Vision -
To see beyond
All things
Including
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I am at a stage in my life where I need to write.
Patti, who gathered wool, has inspired me.
Does everyone get colic in their forties?
Reassuring to hear her cure was writing.
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