David Taylor Poems

The clouds are a skimming
Over the tops of the trees.
The birds are all chirping
Announcing a dawn symphony.
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To play, and discover what is there,
and let the senses touch and taste and stare.
To stretch the limits of this forming form,
And fall or miss, and not give that much care.
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He spoke quietly
And yet I heard so clearly
He spoke gently
And yet with such force
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Your future starts
Now
But if you missed it
Is it past?
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Salt spray on your lips
crashing waves crescendo in your ears
breaking upon cragged rocks
of ancient fears
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Nelly the Elephant sat in an ivory tower
Looking out over the valley so far.
Billy the Badger, daft as a brush
Cut himself shaving, in too much of a rush.
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The penguin’s graceful, swim
So powerful through the waters skim
No fear has this warm hearted bird
Rushing to find the huddled herd
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Don’t look into my eyes that way!
Don’t look even though
we might have something
we really ought to say.
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They are causing some excitement.
At the end of my garden, the birds
most energetically alight on slender branches
with beaks pecking, necks arching
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In a cosmological event
such as the forming of a hole
so black that all its light it holds
or the changing of the motion
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