Jean Renwick Poems

Your love is like a blood red rose
Ne’er a perfume so sweet.
But when comes the time to surely grasp
A vicious thorn doth meet.
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Slightly imperfect symmetry
but then
those people are often the most attractive.
She is shy and troubled, a past deeply hidden.
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You’ve got, you’ve got the bluest eyes.
Eyes I imagine are now those of God,
Of one who watches over me.
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Incomplete thoughts sprawl across the mind in random dejection.
Uncompromising hardness when attempting subtlety.
Dark and raw feeling permeates the body like a stain -
The bitterness is a surprise.
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I’m on a magic carpet ride with you
The world seems wonderful and bright.
I’m seeing everything with wide awake eyes
My heart skips and rises into flight.
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I spy with my little eye, something beginning with L.

Give me some clues, you try to glean.
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Can’t stop thinking about you
Maybe I’ll come around to see you.
I know it’s not what you would want
You are talented, beautiful, a confidant.
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Water drains always seem to be
at not quite the lowest place
and puddles form to the side of them.
With me it’s just the same –
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There is so much going on yet there is nothing we own.
All that we create will endure beyond us –
The practical tools of everyday living,
Our environmental faux pas.
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Long grey hair like a river flowing
Gown thick and heavy, eyes glowing
One arm raised, lightning strikes
Storm clouds now a-growing
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