Tracy WatsonBrown Poems

Deep silence.
Birds calling-
Skylark, pigeon, crow.
Caressing breezes-
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Sleep comes wearily
Knowing how this will finish-
Darkness, silence, peace.
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The storm has broken-
heavy air replaced by breezes.
Tonight we sleep well.
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Your silence has sent
me to my room like
a naughty child. It
is peaceful here.
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Haven of peace,
Yet no peace for me.
Love set in stone,
Hardened in misery.
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Buddlia drooping
heavily-purple flowers
drip with butterflies.
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We spent the day together
(Sam, Jesus and me) ,
And we played and ran and bounced.
Sam is very special to me.
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Wise owl sits
In complete noiselessness,
And contemplates his legend.
It is in this quiet repose
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</>Who knows the thoughts of old men?
They seem so safe, so slow,
but these men are boys in their hearts and heads.
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They say they've killed the baddest dude in town;
That he resisted to the very end.
They threw his shrouded body overboard;
Bin Laden's death means we can rest in peace.
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