Neil Crawford Poems

Countless blades of watery knives
dance before my dazzled eyes.

The sun's rays bounce off snow white walls
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The peal of a funeral bell drifts
through an open window,
it permeates our discussion
of poetic terms.
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The cafe flowers looked so real
I thought they must be plastic.

There's a message for us all
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The dull conspiracy
between title and text

the 'garden path' titillation
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White cat,
Blue balcony,
Pink apartment block
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Through a window pane in Worcester,
a scene Cezanne might have have painted,
sky of cornflower blue, Pyrenees replaced
by pale violet band of Malvern hills.
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I went down to the Dee
to see how things were going,
I tried to push the Dee
but it was happy with its flowing.
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Snowdon's flat back propped against
God's mantlepiece of sky
summed up the holiday experience.
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Rainbow serpent wends its way
down the multi-puddled hill

Drum thrum of jungle origin,
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We live lives marked out by lines,
how can it be denied when everyday
it greets our eyes? .
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