Steve Woodward Poems

Oh snatched away in beauty’s bloom
The fallen hero of my upstairs room
Who had travelled the world
Yet saw no sights
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I dredge with incommunicable folly
Through the silt which fills my mind
Across to the bountiful shores of a melancholy
Wistful as a soft sea breeze.
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Oh woe they all cried, let more mourners come
Hush each of the winds and put out the sun
Go now, wear black, retire early to bed
There is no hope now that romance is dead.
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Waiting for you; I am a brand new pencil
Neat in a box amongst my brothers
Standing diligent to attention;
Picked from the pack and at your mercy,
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If I could know her every motion,
The absences in between
Where it may so cruelly take forever
To seep between the cracks,
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Life is a series of choices she said
Paths to walk and roads to take
We passed the brook where my ideals lay
Cooling beneath the stream
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Such beautiful scars,
Forge the most perfect of smiles.
Ah but to be held in its comfort,
Were it not for the miles.
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You are my child,
And you have everything I own,
I was born of an older seed,
And have left my older home,
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If I could but love thee as a mountain.
Yet I, not so immovable or so grand
Would crumble
And be stones, swept along the street
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I asked the skies for rain,
She gave me her tears.

I asked the sands for a lifetime,
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