Suzy Jay Poems

Its not Monday anymore
The winds came and lifted
the sheets higher and farther
than the stretch of my fingers.
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Nothing is tangible

Moments are mists over rivers
fast flowing downstream.
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'You are my Socrates, '
you said
whilst blinded in obscurity
and running from nowhere.
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If you sit and think of larks
waters rise and take you
bobbing to other shores
of daffodils in blue haze
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Tonight the snows came again.
There was a silence. Muted, hung.
As if the moment was waiting
for a crack in the clouds
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An iron door opens inwards
leaving behind an antartica of white cloud
untrodden, ethereal.
I walk out and onwards
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I wait the morning.
The light that robs me of night.
Its stealth, creeping uphill,
entering private space
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Sometimes when I breath
I am the Indian Ocean.
Far away and fathomless
silent and numb
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