Elaine Battersby Poems

I am here, I'm there.
Seems like l'm everywhere.
Looking through the mirror,
Running down the road
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I am silent,
only a soft and gentle flow
of clear blue water caresses my brow.
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Blue
you moody blue,
How you move me.
In a moment still and clear
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I open my eyes to a feast of exquisite beauty.
once tight anonymous buds,
burst out into a wondrous canvas of green
emerald, olive, shamrock and lime,
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I remember your debonair ways,
your whit and humour.
And those lovely blue eyes reflecting the eternity of your gaze.
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Dishes, dishes every where,

But, I’m the cook, so I think that’s fair.
Dishes, dishes, everywhere.
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Like nomads of the sky, they roam, restless.relentless.
Their shapes and colour forever changing.
Echoeing the mood of our souls.
Dark, light, optimistic, angry.
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You pass then bye withour even noticing them.
And if you do, you dismiss them as being to grey, to old.
In your percieved importance and arrogance,
you mock their slowness, their faded looks.
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Sitting on the top deck,
I watch the swirling lights,
shine brightly on the rain
lashed paines, late at night.
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You autumn beauty, with your patchwork coat of
red, green and gold, such elegance.
Your rich tapestry of golden splendour,
brightens our grey streets.
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