Poems

The clay lay on the table before me;
it has just arrived and freed from its sack
with preserving amniotic fluid.
When it had first arrived at the door
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I sat and I watched as a flower gently unfolded
I sat and I watched as it blossomed with gold
reaching out from its centre its beauty was told.
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So why are you shouting at me!
And that thing you said,
did you really mean to be,
so very, very mean and hurtful?
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how beautiful the sun's reflections make
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
perfectly formed and round
on the still pond it's found
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Death inevitable and unavoidable
Life fragile and transient
Reincarnate what returns
Dead meat and bones left over
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under the shadow, over the brow
is a place where (i heard) ,
it always is now;
past the street lights, beyond the black night,
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I prod the funeral pyre of my ego
with a sturdy stick.
One made of a question
that is most dear to my heart and soul.
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I feel shut off, locked in, separated
(dark alone perilous) .
The woods call with soft green tones,
the sky yearns above,
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what should be an invigorating freshness
a chill inside (shaking heart beats)
traffic on the road silent rising clanking passing
(silent again)
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One moment in time
all this is begun

One moment in time
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