David Taylor Poems

You could read poetry so many ways;
does it really mean an interpretation
so personal to our sense of limitations
or does it have a universal assignation?
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The small lake seated at the top of the mountain,
what is there?

Few climb the steep slopes with hope, to drink the highest water,
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Quintessence of dust
a glimpse in the dusk
a movement that's still
a fragrance that remembers
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Why does the sun blaze down
from horizon to horizon
and the seas heave with
white crested azure
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Beneath the superficial forms;
is beauty.

Beneath the thoughts shouting I understand;
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He stood there seemingly just a shadow of himself,
they were all just shadows.

They moved this way and that,
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Life came round and round it came
some played serious some a game
people died and babies came
as life continued round again.
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Crinkling, blinking,
dancing, slowly.
Like not ever ending,
charming, scented
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An ounce of Faith
Combined with
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From Alaska to Zanzibar the poets are out
They’re searching and hunting and looking about
The hunt is on, the call is being shouted out loud
The poets well versed are searching all round
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