Fay Slimm Poems

Let me weep with the world as it, sighing
Stumbles along in painful hurt, always
Seeking ways through, but doomed in the trying.
Death throes of failure assail, as it delays
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Blown roses waft what is described as scent,
But bending near and inhaling, we find
Much more - - an essence of unfixed, heaven-sent
Spirit-core, being itself - - - not minding
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Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Moist as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first taste of ruby red wine
Is love, which once planted sturdily grows.
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Above the sad moan
.............................. of the naked trees.
Tnrough the pale leaf
..................... as it dances the breeze.
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We had reached
such high
romantic places.
But pressures
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Without rhyme or reason, your image I thought
in hiding appears, beguiling me,
solely unsought,
and when It's white-warm,
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The first time I saw
.................... those brown eyes
I was hooked.
................... LImpid, very wide
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To be called the above was an honour
Indeed, she, being shy, fought to dismiss
The praise, pretending the moment had gone
By without notice - yet unwisely wished
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Stumbling wordward, I try hard to express
In inadequate phrasing this happiness.

Overwhelming my senses, unspeakably strong.
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Darkness dislodges with
.....................sweeping of dawn.
Crystals of clarity form
...................... without sound.
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