Reginald Reid Poems

MEMORIES
How can my mind ever stem the flow of memories?
Those memories, which now like a torrent surge so powerfully reviving past times denied, ignored,
awoken by some trivial or dramatic event that heralds the arrival of some past hidden treasure, or doom.
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Have you been there in the early morning
when the sun has been unseen the longest time,
when the air is coldest and you must leave your bed
while birds are waking and calling?
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Coxs River

I can hear the water running over rocks and logs and spills
Assembling a torrent that has trickled from the hills
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A NEW TREE FOR EVERY DAY

Beneath the trees upon the ground
Dead branches leaves and twigs abound
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Always a song

Here in my body beats the rhythm of life.
Known before I was born as the signal of good
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AUTUMN MORNING
Serene clouds stir in the valley's misty dawn
bathed in curling fog and breeze
while silently from slumbering valleys
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DESIRE


In secret I seek you constantly
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City Views

Mirrored glass canyons windswept in the shadows
Smokers skulking in doorways their dependence so hollow
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BIRDS

A rounded young fellow known as Franklin the finch
Who measured his stature in terms of an inch
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DESPERATE DAN

Up over the rise and down the hill
Four and ten horsemen came riding still
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