Michael Maxwell Steer Poems

Could I but spin a golden melody
from myself as a spider draws
her silken web, whose very flaws
make perfect records of her busy body.
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When the everyday miracle, love, strikes
all the resonant chords within us chime
and even the tawdry ruts of likes and dislikes
dissolve into harmonies of rhyme.
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As you go over the rim of the sea
into the dark ocean
I wave and wave
but the tide that bears you does not turn back.
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In the temple of this life
Honour your inward focus.
'Twas already late when day awoke us,
Don't wait for th'arrival of night.
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Ahha! The muse has not left. I float in mid-night knowledge
as a soul adrift in prayer holds conscious intent
wordlessly, directing it by desire alone.
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Fear is the golden thread that leads us into the centre of the labyrinth
where the unnameable beast lurks -
the indefinable otherness whom we must approach fearlessly.
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Droplets falling on a high sierra:

Have they density to form a rivulet?
Has it innergy to sustain a stream?
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What we desire most in the world
is the happiness of our children -
it's in their eyes that we're reborn.
Each new world birth embodies hope
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A wedding's fragile glory
is a lotus blossoming
before your very eyes -
a crescendo of drumming
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Slowly as casual voices decline
a silence steals across the room,
flooding the space with richest wine
and colouring the garden with sunlit blossom.
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