Shelley Jones

I've learned
To fight
To fit in
With the world
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I want to be with you always
I cannot stand being apart
Thus speaks my heart
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I dream 
And feel
Your heart's gaze
And smile amazed
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Sunlight, you arrived!
I was beginning to think you had died.
Now sun, I need you to shine
All the time, so we can keep skipping in rhyme!
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Apologies Gemima,
I opened the wrong box of Roses,
Forgetting it was Lent
And that we were off chocolate.
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Paintbrush dipped in water,
Only for a second,
Creates roller coaster
Of blue swirls that beckon
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5am and all asleep.
Door softly unlatched,
We silently leave.
Soon footsteps on grass.
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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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When I miss you, I take a walk.
I stroke the petals of all the flowers
Then pluck one to walk with me,
Caressing it as your skin.
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Is it again time
For the blank page of silence?

The black shapes on white,
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I'm going to be a burger;
Minced feelings, words and whatever else
Will be compressed
By the new tupperware burger press.
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It's your words my darling
That I love,
Your words.
And by that I mean your soul,
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You insist
On hurting and hurting

This silences and steels me

So continue if you must
You broke my heart first
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Gentle rain, gentle mist
Sprinkles fresh splashes to face,
As if kissed.
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My writing has become
Dull and Boring;
No adventures written,
No imagination.
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Sitting in her tent,
The fortune teller
Surveys her crystal ball.
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Now I am beginning to understand
Your culture here and the ways of the land.
I only moved some months ago,
But no one gave me the tour
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'The art of listening...'

'What? ' a voice from the audience said,
(turn up your hearing aid, a companion reminded)
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Sticky pot falls on top
Of Pooh Bear's head.
Rivers of amber glue
Cover him and mend
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For those in sorrow
Help us take their hand
And accompany them
To the road of light
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