Ivan Donn Carswell Poems

Try not to see them as
ideograms; they are just
straw hats hanging on the wall.
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New Year’s Day and
I am treed picking avocados
thoughts expanding beyond
caring foliage concealing
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keeping track of time while
emotionally configuring a
response to it meant I missed
the window where I may have
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it took forever to reach a point
where forever wasn’t relevant
like three sips more than originally
intended; even revelation asked
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‘nother warmish day,34° on the patio
irrigation underway in an Orchard too
easily dehydrated by parable to deny
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I may be shy a few superlatives
but grant me space – the sound
of thunder rumbling and a gentle
rain that soothes maternally says
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it is the same recall that
bathed in your maternal stream
an otter sleek and quick
in play – a timeless dream
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you might say I am
the Spirit of Christmas
driven by a steady hand
on the neck of a bottle
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the easy way is to not
recognise a finger in the
plate to mean a threat
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tempted to write ‘dork’ for the
crossword clue Stallone role
suggests I didn’t see much in Rambo
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