jim hogg Poems

Hazel, I remember lending
one of those old 33s
my Imagine, by John Lennon
at The Toll beneath the trees
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Immune to age was how you looked,
as if the books of time were cooked,
to those with luck enough to share
some part of you. Your 40s hair
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I

I pass your old house sometimes, in the car,
or walking past with friends, I'd sneak a glance
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This morning I've been vexed about
the power of things I've never seen
Aye, ghosts: I think they're worth a shout
for being feared though quite unreal.
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Are you leading off the final bend
Are you at the front of every trend
Are you every girl and every boy
Are you melody or just white noise
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Love is a dancing of very small things
Or river of madness without release -
A handful of moments bounded by wings
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If you'll come with me, I'll go back
To where the River Luce falls blue
Through glens of Hazel to the sea
Where my heart lies and yours lies too
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