michael oliver Poems

Sighing with their colour
The leaves are lost
Drifting here and there
Abandoned by the year
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A tall bloke talks
A short bloke listens
And on his face
A question
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hiding from the heat
in shadows lime blossom scent
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Now green now yellow
The buds undecided rehearsal
A rhythmic spring dance
Into the summer performance
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The thought was to play
A play of times conundrum
A plastic of some infinity
A simple moment of glimpse
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The cut grass thrown random allows
Single askance stalks - mind jerk blades
Sprung from mowing - a scattered rebellion
Lone claims - defiant - against neat imposition
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-the flower is turning - this is today's game
memory along with hedges - prove to be obscured
the Te Deum of desire is confounded by leaves
as slumber creeps upon the sense shaped
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The dropped coins -silver -bright - shine
Pondered at my feet - platform curated
After thinking - I bend, pick them up
Wait: get on the train - travel
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Rearing up a remnant from disasters unchaste chatter
Their heads blown away they breathe new thoughts
A reformation's gasp unnoticed alive in a corner
As soft noses sniff the air of survival
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We had finished lunch - the routine properly followed

a sunlit southern window
opposite the cool other
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