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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Some Determination

We walked up the hill together

It was a new hill for me

We talked of why not to get together

I spoke of why we should be together

I talked boldly of my past being in the past

I told of how my life was wasting away

Getting me down

Perhaps not the smartest choice of argument

To put a spotlight on ones ability to waste a life away

Now it appears to have been quite incredulous

Maybe desperation was at hand

There was a flower that I did not want to die

Yet this was the self-chosen victory 

I was absolutely in need of

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Complex Situation

Yesterday you said you were unloveable

The day when the hair shampoo squeezed easily out of its tube

& I heard the Japanese soprano sing Madame Butterfly

Today, the day after you said you were unloveable

The day when the hair conditioner squeezes uneasily out of its tube 

& I read Brendan Kennelly’s poems Tonight You Cry and Portrait

Yesterday, before you said you were unloveable

The day when the permed hair serum squeezed easily out of its tube

& I felt the joy in your voice, as we spoke on the telephone

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Reflection

There is light on the paper

Shostakovich on the stereo

I should be sad

It has been a sad day

There is sadness today

To many corners

Yet I have a warmth, a calm

Whose residence I honour

Without the doubt of question

If crying gives you peace

I see no shame in you crying

If hope means bended knees

I say fair game to you sighing

That I might share light on paper

Play music on a portable stereo

We could be sad

Make it a sadder day

Where we visit

All those sad corners

There to seek out warmth, find calm

Whose residence we both might honour

Without doubt to celebrate reconciliation

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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