Valsa George Poems

"It's our wedding Jubilee"- said Florence
to her sharp witted husband Lawrence
"How should we celebrate?
Shouldn't we make it real great? "
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From the dark arenas of violence,
From the shackles of oppression,
From a land reeking of the smell of blood
They flee, bloodied and bruised.
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I woke to the beaming rays
Of dawn's early golden light
Birds flew singing across the sky
Breeze whizzed past telling all is right
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I picked up some words
From an over heaped pile
Words which impressed me most
I started writing
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With the sun moving westwards
The sky turns crimson like a bride.
Shadows lengthen along country lanes
as snakes uncoiling in the dark.
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Sitting alone on the river bank
In the fast fading amber light
My eyes glanced across the flowing river
To the other side, on my right
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In the Church, I met a woman so old
Bending under the weight of years
I wonder what made her steal my attention
Was it her struggle to hold back her tears?
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Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon
Rolling and unrolling
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Unexpected…..
So unexpected was the meeting
It was in the dim candle light
Of a city restaurant that I saw her
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Night stirred memories, once forgotten
Of the days I burnt with love
When you consumed my days
And I carried you like a queen
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