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AMÁ What happens when we listen? Out of the Cloud of Creation Comes a Waterfall. And when we listen again? It begins to glow. A downpour. No spillage. No backwash. Sprinkling drops Refreshing leaves. One meaning. What happens next? A Nightingale sings. And? We listen again…
ZOE I love the beginning of April when primroses Are out, and warm breezes play in gardens. I love the music of streams Tracing, winding, wandering through green meadows: There, women’s thoughts roam among old memories And settle on the high alter of summer. I saw her again to day: “I know you,” she said. And I know you, my heart whispered. How could I forget her? That golden hair, that creamy skin, that lovely smile, Her words, soft, feathery, lit up my entire being, My heart, sounding gentle lamentations Wished she would never vanish.
WHERE MEMORIES MEET Have you been to a place Where memories meet Like kissing trees Crossing country lanes? Have you been to the ocean, Walked the beach And watched the waves Cover footprints? Have seen a mother And daughter Step onto a pier Holding hands And listened As the daughter said? “Yes mum, you’re right, The best things in life are free.”
Today She Suffered I watched her. Walking. Stopping. Walking, looking over her shoulder, Twisting her face into all kinds of shapes. Then she stopped at traffic lights And looked into cars, Spoke to some drivers And spat at others. I tried to find her: What happened to the child That hides and broods In the shadows? “No one cares,” She said.
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Over hills skylarks sing of summer,
And the moon wanes in the early sky. All yellow, the wind blows the pollen. Jack the dog goes trotting by. There in the distance she wanders: I tried to tell her of her treasures But my words like pebbles Were swallowed by the tide. Then I turned, and saw her watching Like a shadow in the night…
HIGH ON A HILL High on a hill is the grave. The sounds You hear are sighs And the wind carrying salty voices Down the slope through desperate forces Leaving the one with no choices And their heart’s blood is safe In the blame of others… Softly Bells toll As car doors slam And how quickly People are back to normal…
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