Stefan nnn

Rookie (15th May 1972 / Birmingham)

Stefan nnn Poems

41. To Wait 5/3/2007
42. String 5/6/2007
43. Untitled 5/8/2007
44. Of My Eye 5/11/2007
45. Waggledance 5/11/2007
46. Music 6/22/2007
47. Where Sadness Lives 6/22/2007
48. Eau De Lucifer 5/28/2005
49. Hopku 5/28/2005
50. Warning Label 5/28/2005
51. Love Lies Dead 6/13/2005
52. But For A 5/2/2007
53. Solitary Duck 5/3/2007
54. Rainy Season 5/3/2007
55. Gooseless 5/3/2007
56. A Passing Car 5/3/2007
57. Melancholy Games 5/3/2007
58. Forever Falling 5/3/2007
59. Plummet 5/3/2007
60. Embroidered 5/3/2007
61. Here 5/3/2007
62. Flutter Bys 5/3/2007
63. Fragment 5/6/2007
64. This Should Be 6/4/2005
65. Dance 5/3/2007
66. Ratings 5/28/2005
67. Ens Qua Ens 5/3/2007
68. Sleeping With Yesterday 1/10/2006
69. Elephants' Noses 7/28/2005
70. Arpeggio 6/4/2005
71. A Prayer On Parting 5/3/2007
72. The Truth About Beauty... 6/4/2005
73. Moon? Not Moon? 11/18/2005
74. Clicking Moments 5/28/2005
75. Australian Tanka 5/28/2005
76. The Drive Home 6/3/2005
77. Adrift 5/30/2005
78. Poetry Spills From The Cracks Of A Broken Heart 5/28/2005
79. I'D Rather Be... 5/28/2005
80. Remembering Moments Yet To Come 5/28/2005

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Best Poem of Stefan nnn

Dizzy In Springtime

the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass

recognising once more its immemorial springtime lover
the wind's tender arms embrace the blossom's slender form
and hold it in timeless motion, in passion.

i drink a cup of rich warming red wine
to stave off the sharp taste of winter
and spin, giddy as a silent celluloid heroine
dancing alongside the blossom and the wind
till I fall, and lie still on the grass
the world ...

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I'D Rather Be...

Pearls from the sea,
diamonds from the mountain.
White gold from the river's start,
beauties where we found them.

Poems from a scented pen,
written out on finest vellum.
Passages to a lonely heart,
with doors that seem always open.

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