Anna Watson Poems

Glue and sticky back plastic
Lego, Playmobil and Penguin books
Markers, highlighers and rulers
How easy to hide.
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The heart
The soul
The beat
The moan
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A heart of gold
Treads heavy on the soul
A crescendo
Bellowing
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I see a life in my dreams,
It belongs to me.
Incandescent light and sympathies play,
Dazzling.
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Her heart broke
Yet her feet still moved
Tip, tap, tip, tap New York.
The sequins glittered and the painted smile shone
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Crimson, pillar box, fire station
Breathe deep, keep counting, Seven
Terracotta, flame
Five, exhale, Four
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This is Belle's story
An ode to Cab Sav
Tick, tock, tick, tock...ad infinitum
O woe is me
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