Libby Simpkins Poems

The pocket;
Brilliantly webbed nylon mesh.
Waiting for the hard rubber ball
to willingly return to its home.
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He is a strong man,
Yet you would never know.
Because he is quiet and humble,
His strengths he will never show.
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I'm so much more than this
Eye to eye with crystal clear glass
Shameful reflections have no mercy
Skirting between bottles of burning liquid
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Strenuous days:
pulling ropes, setting sails
Crescent moons shoot life into shadowy skies
Icy water sprays the stern of a rocking boat
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Beautiful dark Headstone-
that's what this water will be.
For a captain, who's crew was lost;
upon this very sea. 
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Met by chance, but held by fate
My pain is yours, enhanced with strength
I gave you my worry, I gave you my pain
You replied with a smile, and washed it away
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The call-
Crushed lungs, heaving
Gasping for hope, for faith.
Lay as rock, stone
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