I just realised my poems oft’
Sweetness and light
So here is one for
Those keen on the night
...
On the edge of your perception
something stirs.
You can feel it in motion.
Its light has travelled far,
...
When inspiration leaves
and an expiration expresses
more than any words I know.
When expectation ceases
...
If I could tell you what will surely set you free.
If I could help you understand all that you can see.
If I could hold you when you cannot even stand.
If I could love you no matter what you say or do.
...
Well I guess it’s hardly surprisin.
It is likely to get the sap risin.
And if you throw in some sex,
the votes come in excess.
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A bird song carried on still air.
A shaft of light catching dancing motes of dust.
A sunset crimson thrust upon the dusk.
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Well I just remembered,
in fact I never have forgot.
One December morning
many years ago.
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Why is it that
sometimes
poetry is a pain?
Or is it more
...
So here I am at the end.
Which is odd because,
I didn’t really start.
So let’s see if I’ve finished.
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