Fleur Jones

Fleur Jones Poems

1. Absence 5/12/2007
2. My Strangers 5/13/2007
3. Don'T 5/13/2007
4. Walking In Durham 5/13/2007
5. Cliches 5/13/2007
6. Moments In Everything 5/13/2007
7. Mid-Afternoon 5/20/2007
8. Friday Night 10/7/2007
9. Lenin 11/22/2007
10. Cafe Reading 11/22/2007
11. We Meet 11/22/2007
12. Giving 11/22/2007
13. 23rd November 11/26/2007
14. Natural Memory 11/28/2007
15. Preservation 12/2/2007
16. Working Through 12/10/2008

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My Strangers

The path turns through cities and nighttimes and days
And footsteps echo whenever I’m alone and trying to sleep.
Your faces all untainted and beyond the simple touch
Of skin or features or my sight through the rain and the sun.
How is it that the thorn blossoms into something unbearably
Beautiful, when once I felt it slicing through my bones, thought
This might sever all my chances, one by one, throwing kites
To the wind, strings all and drifting further and further into grey?
Dig deeper into loneliness and the wounds are uncovered
Never quite healed, always open to...

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Do you know what I am thinking?
No, of course, how ridiculous, how…
Foolish is me, is your voice in my head
Counting down days but lost in my ears
I thought I heard you speak but no,
These trees are beautiful, I could write
I could write a letter on white paper
And wrap it and post it and wait.
You touched me once and it stays

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