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regarding  canoes

i saw a car coming in with them

on top, the days of the floods &

assumed they were well prepared



the bridge is back open again i see

yet the bus is still diverted around

the waters





so will wait to go some sunnier

day when things come settled again



it was not urgent so i look forward

to a day drawing things out. yester

day it was joan of arc



we used to hear the lorry coming down

long road hill twice a week, tuesdays &

thursdays.

we chose our corona drinks, my favourite

was orange

the boys liked dandelion and burdock

or american cream soda



only a few know the end date
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
A true blessing
To have lived
This life
I have lived
A lesson
To
Forgive
A sight
To
See this
Place does
Not belong
To me
Oh, Yes
Why, Yes
It is full of
God's Glory
A walk everyday
A lesson
I am
Redeemed
To learn
His natural
My forgiveness
My obsession
Overturned
A true blessing
I do obsess
To learn
And
When I have
More time
And less to do

I turn the pages
Of a dictionary
To know
Yet
There is
More to do
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Time Matters
 Apr 2020 Gabriel burnS
eileen
now I'm alone
it's what I wanted

why does it feel colder
why does the light shine brighter

you can come and turn the music louder
what's so funny
am I boring

keep me distracted
I don't want to go back upstairs

don't leave me alone
even if I ask for you to leave

I'm sorry
I'm the reason everyone leaves

no one is reaching out to me
I can't find the strength

I can't find the moment to say
hello
 Apr 2020 Gabriel burnS
r
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
Dr. Metaphor
I’m so burned out
Like overdone toast
I feel useless

You need a good buttering up
If that doesn’t work
Then feed the birds
They love crumbs
Taking care of others needs helps us fill ours
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