Lynette Hazel Poems

Always thinking that there'd be time.
We'd surely have enough tomorrows promised.

The grave is now so cold, final, unforgiving.
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Wine-dark my mood
Yearning to savour your hand in the small of my back
Listening with more than eyes
Drinking in your rationed presence
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1986 -
house burns
love turns
from childish expectations
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The weight of the 8
soon falling into 80
tomorrow will never come
forever is today
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My pen stutters
as I gr-
ope(n) towards
words and
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I GOD
In the beginning man walked with God
knew our place
in this space
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The soul of a poet tethered to exigencies.
Yearning for deliverance,
Seeking absolution.
A soul in shackles,
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The year slid from month to month.
It did not acknowledge my pain and fear.
As I envisaged mould and worms conquering her
Gorgeous liquid amber eyes,
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Which perspective yields me?
Wife, daughter, mother, friend?
Lover, enemy, employee,
Which holds veritas
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It's a bitter pill that rails and snakes and erodes from the inside,
Robs the ability to love, confidence, even hope.
Give me something to ease this pain,
shame,
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