Category: Poetry
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The Heart Blessed
Weren’t we each a mutual witness? Didn’t we hear two hearts speaking? Did we notice time itself stop still? And draw us close : softly by the bye? Though lost there will be another moment, Then that heart you thought forever broken, Will heal in revealed truths once held silent, As you find and fashion…
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Slept Woken at Last
All night, my thoughts followed me, Hour upon hour anxiety without relief, I despaired at the first glimmer of dawn, And slept the sleep that refreshes and restores.
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Listening is the Hardest Thing
You’re waiting to speakand before you know ityou’re interrupting her interruptionStay self-focused…don’t lose your concentration.and before you know ityou’re weighing up each wordscrutinising the shine…or not…in her eyes.and before you know ityou’re watching her hands…crooking and intertwining her fingers…in assent…stretching and flexing her palms…in doubt…and before you know ityou’re listening…to her listeningbut…you’re still talking…and before…
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The Harp’s Caress
Two steps forward,Half shuffle backward,Slight lean towardDraw back inwardYet your lips move,Your eyes shineYour hands a harp caressYour words a heart’s release.