John Champion Poems

He should never have allowed the stop at the oasis.
But his people were restless. It looked safe enough.
Another caravan was there.
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The forest creaks
Branches weighed down by snow
Ice crackling
Breath steaming
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No one prepared you for the pace of life
Today you play in the sun and tomorrow is a dream
All of your todays stretching forward away
Don’t think about the past keep moving forward
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Scattered petals drifting on the water
stars reflected in the rippling surface
musk of frangepani thickening the air
leafy boughs rustling as they shift in gentle breeze
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1. the silence
(out of which the words rise
like grey palls
and to which the words return)
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The agent works unknown
behind enemy lines
He has lived there for as long as he can remember.
He no longer remembers his mission.
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Twenty years is a long time
To be coming home.
Seven years of it
Under your spell
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Finish the night and come into the day
The clouds drift emptily across the sky
A light breeze stirs the new leaves
Birds sing to each other cautiously
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you know the place?
i do not believe in the decoration.
it hurts my eyes
the darkness helps
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when we were boys
i told you we were sane
but that the madness was coming
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