Water Colours

He sits at the glass topped table

Paintbrush in his hand

A lovers smile, right there in his eye

His lover meanwhile, stands by his side

They were happy when together

Carefree as the larks

They walked on moor and heather

Pushed the swings, in the park

He was sad when they were apart 

Yet he wanted her to be unfettered

He hoped, he thought

Thats how her days would start

She got mad when he went away

Yet she wanted him to be bettered

She hoped, she thought

He would shake off his deep malaise

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Self-Construct

I notice a calmness within me

As I assemble the new chair

Even when I make a mistake

I do not berate myself harshly

Self analysis is no sin

So long as you are open and fair

Yet beware of any justice you fake

Hope that you judge yourself smartly

With such wisdom that deftness abounds

Carrying her peace and presence

Away from the curse that madness surrounds

Married thoughtlessly to his haste and anger

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I Think of You

This poem

Makes me think of you

I don't know why

But it's true

Almost every day 

I stop & think of you

I don't know why

But it's true

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The right side of the brain caresses the left side of the brain

Stèphane Mallarmè’s poem Sigh
Brings me to think of the two of you
I halfway begin to understand why
To find truth one needs to be true

The days thoughts I cannot deny
Have me singing songs of gold and blue
Two lovers, one past and one present
Two shadows both bathed in effervescence

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Breathing

In extremis

Lust after your voice

Urge, for the flower

Of your written words

Sunk by the thought of your smile

Sallied forth into that nightmare

Of your dancers breath lost 

Becoming clearly absent

From nowhere at all

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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