Geoff Lathy Poems

Cold eyes stare into bleak darkness
As present voices fade out,
As muscles tighten and hands shake,
As eyelids blink and breathing shallows,
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When April’s wintry sun
Flows across the burning churchyard
And its rows of rank stone…
There’s nothing to it,
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She loves me, she
Loves me not,
Petal by plucked petal.
She loves me,
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The urgency of trust,
Is like sap,
The bitterness of love,
Like tears on a black rose.
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Softly, gently, blurs my world,
in spinning shades of yesterday;
yesterday were the crystal edges
of my mind, clearly, sharply, unfurled,
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There was a blue flame
burning, burning
on that day, that day,
that fiery, fleeting day,
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The cold night
laid its fingernails
in icy screams
upon my eyes,
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We sit and wait, while
Away the howling hours,
Watching in comfort,
The slow poison of the west,
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Dumb motherf.....r,
Too quick to trust her,
(was Oedipus ever this blind?)
Too quick to draw breath
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We sit and converse,
But do we build,
Or do we but lose,
Trust? And do we lose love,
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