A.M. Gouedard Poems

An aging Alice sits in her room
Leading a simple life.
Her big adventures are over.
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tell me your dreams and tell me them true
tell me of days when you were a child
i need to better remember you
when it all comes round again in a while
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Two lovers
separated
by the stretch
of open ocean
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There's a song that wafts so gently
in music faintly heard.
A song with words so fleeting
I cannot hold them still.
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The lamps shine down from windows high above,
Burning moths, white wings against the light.
Old roses hang against the well worn walls
Amongst the darker tangle of the leaves,
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Its windows blown by wind and rain,
down the lanes where no-one came,
an ancient ruined cottage stood
with tumbled walls, close by the wood.
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One for sorrow.
Time is borrowed.
Lost and broken by our fears
All our dreams will fly away.
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In the street
a little boy
bends down.
He found a pebble
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At least three times a week
Thumps, bangs, a loud crash,
Doors slamming, metallic echoes,
Bumps, thuds, sharp edges, smash
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