Three Verses Again

April 5, 2012

“The room was humming harder/ As the ceiling flew away”- Keith Reid,Procol Harem, from “A Whiter Shade Of Pale”

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.                    I

For now, awhile, I won’t let you pull me from the wreckage/

But, how you hold my hand, for both of us

Until the jaws of life  arrives/

Tho’ I’m not at a lost of words, I’m lost

In thought / “I’m lost”, I thought,

“And hiding from the hidden costs.”

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         II.  Birdsong

I’ll dare to speak of sparrows

in shrapnel-filled WW I  battlefield winds,

in sharp scarlet dawns/

They’ll sing to find their kind

if they’ve  lived,

A song will find its way back,

between the  blood & budding daybreak.

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   III.    J U S T

it could be/ a branch of a tree

perched at a high hill

would have a new bud  just

breaking through/ it would be just for you

and in time  a blossom.  You’d just

lift yr arm up/ and pull it down/ just in time

to drink it through

with yr deepest stealing breath.///

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profuse love always for Musey’s blue cheer moon

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.                                   (from 2009)

 

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One Response to “Three Verses Again”

  1. Evelyn said

    “They’ll sing to find their kind
    if they’ve lived,”
    this makes my heart heavy…

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