michael oliver Poems

The smoke rises - the saxophone wanders
The garden of orchestration - gently perfumed
Autumn brushed - all is low sunlight
The cat walks the green - idles
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And here I am again
Enigma seasoning
Feeling and eluding
As words fail the abstract
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eau de nil room of dreams
the open sash of summer’s evening
fragrant clematis climbs the sweeting air
laziness seduced drifted into drugged breath
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Sitting - two lone fates robbed of attention
Beside a table of an empty usage
Espied without fear of a single eye
A couple balanced in a mutual isolation
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Over the churchyard a pastel of grass
Inquires from my past about the future

Hear - the wind has a different voice
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Twilight, a mute textile
Eye wandered fabric
Ripens the golden dust
Wefting with the present
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In spring four months dusk
Lighting my homeward evening walk
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