Bill Mitton Poems
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Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets)
It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
This dark self imposed isolation
Yet the paradox in it shines bright
As the isolation bears heavy
upon our pale and brittle skin
for unless we share our souls
there is but dust in what we do
Each staking a separate claim
along the river of the golden muse
and each naked in hand and heart
bares the working of a soul
tasting the ice in the edges isolation
yet from each site along the rim
the voices of comfort ...
An Audience Granted
I saw him briefly once,
like a three dimensional
shadow on the lake.
And I was breathless in
the presence of such majesty.
The sheen of his plumage,
changing, as the sun danced
on the rippling water.
He turned towards the