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eating spring
I have to eat the spring
Gulp down its green life
Bite the buds
Chew on the writhing stalks
Swallow green energy
I have to eat the spring
Winter was a meagre time
An era of starvation
Spring is full and wide and deep
Its promise speaks deliciously to me
I have to eat the spring
Nibbling it won’t be enough
I have to make a banquet...
Friday 18th February 2011 8:36 am
blackbird's song
I pull the curtains on the blackbird’s song
The youth of the year’s calling
I’m safe indoors
Stoke up the fire
Let winter last so long
That spring will come
Too late
Too late for me
The blackbird's song
It only brings back a past ache
Let young ears hear the blackbird’s song
As old ears quake
This dusk time is too raw for me
...
Wednesday 16th February 2011 11:13 pm
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