Laurence Overmire Poems

Those who have not heard the
Songs of the Fathers

Have not heeded the cries of
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Camelot in mist
years plunging 'neath the mortal waves
ideals lost at sea
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The Compassionate One
Whether he is the reincarnation
Of a particular soul or not is
Immaterial
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Sunrise on the bridge
light splashing through the arches
joggers chasing dreams
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I ride the wild horse
The windy steed with the bloody hooves
I have no reins, no control, no will of my own
My arms tight around the surging neck
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there is sadness in her eyes now
an innocence lost
beaten by indignity and callous
misunderstanding
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There’s a lake
—Water—
Not ice, not nice
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washed up

on the beach
high tide’s brief wasting
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Light shot through diaphanous wing
Fifty beats per second

Its long beak dipped in the flower of
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