Phil Lowe

As the butterfly takes its wings
and in such fluidity sings.
And how that song a heart doth break
and in assention breath doth take.
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Lifted high on to shoulders
For a wan child’s winter visit;
Looking through breath
To a world of pale isolation.
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Every colour blue chopped with
sparkling bracelets of sunlight.
Foam constant on wind dashed rocks;
the manacles of Neptune’s deepest deep.
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What dreams may come
And in your soft face
Your soft brown eyes
Your soul alive I’ll see.
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I am not a blokey bloke.
I can't stand loud and boorish people.
I adore life and love to be kind.
I am really stupid about animals
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Let you be kind and happy
And loving beyond measure

Let you be of dearest heart
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I wish the letter would arrive
And say it’s done
I wish the second would arrive
And say here is renewal
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Their fingers pulled and twined
and in that hold combined
all the love that love could touch
and all the times that meant so much.
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He sees her daily across the room;
Her distant words sound like golden drops of joy;
Her accent soft as Parisian silk and her skin unknown
Except in the depths of his imagination.
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I kissed thy cheek
And melted as the night
Doth melt into the day.
O’er thy soft flesh
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wish to wish out want
To dream aloud the flying dream
I wish to cross the bridge of colours
To hold a day between my fingers
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Standing in the mossy fringe
of the amphitheatre of my youth

Now crumbled limestone seats
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To pass the time I order too many wet Sunday afternoon olives.
Some tapping Catalan tongue calls from foreign shores;
Ensalata mixta, patatas bravas and honey coloured cerevesa.
Gaudi inspired flagons reflect deeply controlled rhythms.
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Frozen dendrite symmetry
Of lace-like precipitation,
Capped and spiked for admiration.
Collations of star burst clusters,
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See those happy cowslips bold yellow against the sky-blue,
hugged close by blackberries waiting green for September picking.

Many a gathering are there of dock cured stinging nettle,
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