Jacqui Thewless Poems

Last evening
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair

and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
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Love’s loss is
endless.
There will be no recovery
of the thing that is lost –
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On your far journey,
with the sun at your back,
may you be always meeting
Kindness, Gentleness and Pardon,
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I was twelve years old.

The one-man band from Duluth
with harmonica
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before it recedes
a tide brings you the present
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Brick by brick
we are building a future
with our own hands -
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Pens are lifted
and there’s the click;
the shuffling of sheaves as we out-breathe
and then’s the intersection of an insistent bird’s trill;
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in council houses
and manicured estates -
imagine whistles!
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Rowen, my first child:
her first glimpse of me / her mum's
first hint of glory.
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