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Month: November 2019

14 November 19

A HARD PLACE
The song roars like a river
Crashing deep the rock ravine
I catch the climber falling
And the echo holds her scream.

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13 November 19

THE VALLEY
I’m passing through the valley
Flooded like my memory
And there my heart is hanging
From every garden tree.

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HANGING OUT

Everybody now is dead
everyone has gone
I wanted them all to stay
and join with us in song

on the banks of still waters
beside green pastures
in the shadow of the sun
in the full moon raptured.

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DUST COVERED

From the small house
we watch the dust drifting
down the valley like a
greedy cloud of locusts
turning every green leaf
on the roadside to a
dirty brown.

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EMPORER’S NEW CLOTHES

In every shade of green
this lush and native bush
ever dared to dream,
I am fully adorned
yet naked to the eye
that is wakened in the morn
by this creek bed flowing
over stone and forest
and things worth knowing.

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VALLEY ROAD

I came upon
this Valley road
later in the day,
from my shoulder
I let slip the load
in the shade I lay,
gathered by time,
it stepped me back,
distanced from the fray.

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GRAVE

Bury me deep
in the cold earth
of this Valley Road,
bury me after
the dust lies down
and I no longer thirst,
when the sun has
dropped out of the sky
and the moon
alone is watching
with one cold eye.

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DALLAS

He planted his garden
to create paradise as he saw it,
as he lived it; and hidden there,
his heart was enfolded by
every tree and shrub and plant
and he rested for a season.

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WHAT MATTERS NOW

The pursuits of youth,
those adrenalin-fired
challenges and joys,
give you up naturally
in the face of
on-coming years
so that you no longer
miss them or hanker
after them or think about
what has been ‘lost’.

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FREEDOM

I turned the next corner
and freedom was there
standing on the roadside
thumbing a lift elsewhere.

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