Tony Jolley Poems
|201.||Bloodied But Unbowed||8/30/2005|
|205.||About Your Skin||7/8/2008|
|206.||Pavements And Partings||4/1/2008|
|207.||Your Call Is Important To Us [yeah, Right! ]||3/27/2009|
|208.||The Story Of A Life Lost In The Telling||5/29/2008|
|209.||Your Left Hand||5/27/2004|
|210.||(red) Indian Summer||3/17/2008|
|211.||Fire On Your Finger||10/6/2008|
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(red) Indian Summer
Today you’d have been a happy-go-lucky girl:
A teenager up to your eyes in make-up and Maths,
Chatting on MSN and mobile,
And surfing certain bits of the Web
You’d probably prefer
Your parents didn’t know about.
But you were born into a nation and tradition
‘On the cusp’:
One Custer your clans could have coped with
(And did, rather comprehensively, I recall) ,
But countless, crashing waves of White Custers flooding relentlessly West
From Prairie to Pacific,
Set upon pushing you ‘into the sea’ both literally and ...
Your Cloudy Day
Do you know how much I want you on those cloudy days?
Want to be there?
Need to be there?
This is part of my being:
I am built to be like this,
Built for you,
To want to be there to be 'me' to your unspoken need,
For, miracle of miracles,