I want to write a poem about 'nothing'
(not an easy thing to do) .
I want to describe the emptiness
that I've found since I lost you.
...
Life is now as confusing
as an Irish mermaid.
The dye from these thick, black socks
colours my toes in violet.
...
Now in my grey-haired heart,
Flows the blood of seasons past.
Those pastoral beats, that once surged
...
Hold tight now as we glide above the night-gray slates of village rooftops.
Look into the chambers, where in creased pyjama beds,
the sleeping, wrinkle the sheets in unconscious feats of love and derring do.
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Is this a poets life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a forum
No escape from profanity
...
A red ball of a sun
sent golden shafts
through the canopy
of ancient oaks; their
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I remember crying in my sleep.
I remember wiping my eyes
on the blanket my Uncle
brought back from the army,
...
She moved the plate
of cream cakes
away from herself
to the far corner of table.
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On the back lawn of a home
for the mentally unstable,
she sits threading daisies...
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Charging across the grasslands,
having blown down the houses
made of straw and wood, he nears
the brick one.
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