Tag: Poetry
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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.
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Solace
If i would,I’d salve you in your solace.If i could,I’d cure you in my presence.If you would,Could you draw upon the healing given me?
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Poetry is my true love
It was poetry that found me my true love,Beginning with a book’s stray page that caught my eye,As I stared I saw letters glancing up at me,I was bewitched: first love is always curiosity. I spoke each word and they called to me,I heard sounds echo through my thoughts as I read. I felt the poets words…
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Ebb and Flow
Catch your breath in wonder After all you don’t know The stream’s next curve Even its ebb and flow.
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White is the wrong colour
I’m white… I always thought I was right. Even though… I didn’t feel white. Always…I felt…out of place. Lost forever to the superior race. Not due to the actions of another Colour or place, different creed or face No my own race decreed me an other. Their exclusive hate led me to discover I was…