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SG Holter
Poems
Aug 2017
...of Rafts, and Rain in Headlights
Soft sounds of rain through
The open window. Each drop
Landing in wet grass is
A hammer to our hearts.
To feel alone is nothing new,
But I see myself through satelite
Images, afloat dead centering
The ocean,
Biting and clawing at the
Ropes that hold my raft
Together; too afraid of water
Not to drown.
Silence like tanks rolling out
Of a devastated war zone.
Let's wrap this up
, and my
Pulse escalates to an emergency
Frequency open to recieve any
Mayday or SOS, but my hands
Are too numb to telegraph.
Instead I find myself wiping
Rain and sweat from my face
With mud covered fingers in the
Headlights of a parked car,
Digging a grave
The size of something dead that
Holds secret things, like Love's
True name, or God's, or
Those of my
Future children if ever they be,
Or the hidden meanings behind a
Brutally meaningless
Break-up.
Written by
SG Holter
Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)
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