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THE INDIVIDUAL, BK IV |
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This book of poems is also available on Barnes & Noble as an eBook, but without the audio links, as here on my website. If you just want to hear the poems, click the link on the left, just above each poem. Here's the link to my eBook on Barnes & Noble: The
Individual: a poetic drama for dance
As the drying carcass Bears
it's teeth into the sand,
I too, bear mine into your heart...
And beg, to be more part of you. As
the dried carcass shatters into dust, So
would the image of myself,
Whilst in my heart, bees flutter 'round Why
are there so many walls...so many That you
just can't let me in?! "PUBERTY"
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Tired, I fall in the arms of the grass.
My grief limps away, far.....without me.... I
can no longer hear the mourning bird,
For she has taken her feathers, and Placed
them in the earth, beside me.
I can no longer feel the pulsing of the Earth...
In this stillness of repose...I muse, "that night... Is
followed still by day...and Death...by Life".
I was facing the sea when the sky changed.
I never had time to say "I want to live!"
Now here I am...a hostage...in a world of reflections.
Here I am alone......ungroomed, unbloomed....unsoothed.
Should I be brave? Could I have faith.
Where is the grace....I knew was coming.....?
Where is the place from which I'm coming. Am
I returning...or am I going...
Who can show me the way to 'here'...
When all I remember is being....'there'.
Maturity:Song of the Arizona Desert
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