Resolve

I am not so good at conversation

Thousands of hours, alone in my car

Have taught me only to listen

No clues about how to respond

You said my responses ended conversations

That though is a different skill

Learnt through business negotiations

Thousands of put downs; ideas crushed

Before they had a life to fly

With such darkness

Inherent in my veins

I have to relearn conversation

Become closer to being human

Would that you be would be there

Hitch me up when the rolling stops

Nudge me when the jukebox sticks

Persuade me with a smile and a hug

I will leave the car at home

Put on my walking shoes

& listen to you, while we’re strolling

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Communiqué

There was a speedy response

Be thankful for that

Don’t try to tear apart

Her every word

Don’t deconstruct the message

To find your own meaning

& next time

Besides saying thank you

Give something

Of yourself

Open a window

That her life might blow on in

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Before The Newness Wears Off

The light was way brighter earlier

I was encouraged to take my camera to the country

Yet the cold grey wind deterred me

How much easier to think of the past

Feelings from the warm sensations of previous lives

Comforted, inspired by thoughts that flutter

The dark beech hedge, television noise

Knocking on the door, shower water whistling

Nature & humans choices of disturbance

I am inclined towards a quieter picture

Without thoughts of turbulent advancing passions

Yet within I am quite out of control

Set upon by a Romanian philosopher

Lucian Blaga, who had penned a poem called Silence

Using those deeply wounding words of love

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Her 729th Re-evaluation

Sadness, yes she remembers sadness

Yet he was certainly becoming

She could have taken him

There & then & many times over

She wonders if he wonders

With matters such as this

Whether their time together

Ought to have been measured 

Recorded for posterity

Whether the whispers of that night

Should otherwise be saved

As her intimate recollection

Of their full on indisputable truth

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Duration

I was going to go away to write this letter

It is a letter I did not intend to send

My mistake, I thought things were getting better

A not unusual delusion; that life was on the mend

Dreaded thoughts of ultimate untimely conversation

I browse my way to some others Summit Ridge

Where the purest of snow, in waves is drifting

As I walk & hold the palisades of Valley’s Bridge

I see their smiles, toned by stone-cold, brazen bodies

Read too deep into their tales of fevered hearts

Remember, as beside you, I too once stood standing

Resolutely playing out those fearful downbeat parts

Within, the faint signs of settle-soft wishful feathers

No mind how the stories are swished to blend

Take it on my dearest; measure for measure

It is just a letter, a letter to a loving friend

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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