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5 poems by Claire Seaman
First Thing
In the still of early morning In the quiet of breaking dawn In the torpor of a still-sleeping house The words, the thoughts for poems Seem to play within my mind Relishing the quiet before the day
But the day rolls forth relentless The dawn of bustling life Briniing details, generations, work and play Has someone talked to Granny? Has someone fed the fish? Are the hens ok? Has anybody checked?
The busy spells of life With their laughter, love and fun Sweep along and take us in their wake The stillness of the morning Cherished most, perhaps For never setting hard to lonlieness
He
He stands before me, almost as tall as I. He stands on tiptoe, hopes that I will see, Will notice, jump in shock and awe, that he Is taller now than me. I stand and look and love and mimic shock and awe and see he stands before me, now, a teenage boy.
Battlefields
If canons fire in no-mans-land Does no-man feel the pain? Surrounded, blasted forward, Together through the rain? The pain rolls on forever The ownership unknown The anger overwhelming Propensity unknown
Love
To know another's body To hug, to hold, to touch To seek, create pleasure An important part of love But love to last a lifetime? A prize beyond compare Blending sexual and domestic With thoughts and hopes and dreams The plans, the big adventures The day-to-day routine
Cherries
If life's a bowl of cherries The stones may break your teeth Essential fruit potential In a solid, hidden sheath I think I know we need them The little lumps of pain Just wish I could forsee them And what we stand to gain
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