Poetry Blog by Cynthia Buell Thomas

Written in the Stars

'If you had married me

We would have a chain of motels

Across the country - and be rich.'

'If you had married me

You would be Dean of a university

A noted poet - and be rich.'

'If you had married me

You would be a great singer

In demand around the world - and be rich.'

The total zilch value of 'If's'!

 

But, because I married Daddy

I have Esther, Cyanne,

Marl...

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May God Grant Me

May God grant me the gift:

To lay my head upon my bed

and slip my mind to sleep;

To find upon the morrow

a refreshing realignment

of thought and deed;

To greet the day

with pleasure in all things;

And a sane desire

to think clearly.

 

May God grant me sight

to lift my eyes upon this world

of unceasing life and beauty;

And sound -

the symphony of the ...

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One Word

Ah – Poetry!

Random reflections

Harnessed into language.

Communion of heart and head

With oneself

To distil the Soul, the Mind

Into finest thought.

Words

Seeking to understand

Creation.

 

But surely – honestly – mostly -

To capture

The wonder of 'ME'!

Never before made -

Never to be repeated.

But - if ME -then YOU, too. US!

It must so follow.

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Words

Words

Purr and coo.

They kiss and snicker.

They lick, they lap.

They bite and snap.

They kick like hell

For the best position

Of their exposition

In the thought

On the line

Of your erudition.

Yours!

Your brain!

Machine of inflection

Reflection

Deflection.

Words!

A petition for grace

A plea for value.

Words!

Loving – lyrical -

Damaging ...

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Torn Apart in Mind and Heart

For anyone

Briefly or lengthily

Exposed to the ravages

Of natural disasters:

Hurricanes

Floods

Eruptions

Famine

Pestilence

Disease -

 

Or, worse

To the ravages of War

Deliberately

Coldly

Ruthlessly inflicted

One man upon another

Upon women and children

Killing

Maiming

Laying waste all shelter

And sustenance.

Daily destruction

Fo...

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Book on Charity Shelf

I shopped yesterday at my local Tesco's

Bulky cupboard back-ups

Because I had a lift home.

I left the guys to pack

Cans and cartons and bottles

Because they are particular

If not downright anal.

I sauntered on ahead

With my daffodil stems

And a pot of coriander

Not to be trusted to 'the men'.

 

I pass the shelf of 'charity books' regularly

And I no longer sto...

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Rehearsal

We were rehearsing Beethoven

The director and I

For a performance of 'Ah, Perfido!'

A gesture of remarkable confidence

In my ability

Considering the years of recent silence

My limited training on operatic scale

And my 'maturity'.

 

So I threw myself into Italian study

Like a possessed woman 

Texts and tapes -

And suave Italian waiters -

For the practised free...

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The Doctor

I visited a psychiatrist once

Greatly troubled by memories 

From childhood.

Dark, debilitating intrusions

That growled and spat 

Ripped and shredded

All decency and peace:

Pulses of Hatred

From childhood -

Ghouls in my head

Lying in wait!

 

He sat behind a huge desk

A small person

Fortressed by this great plank

Covered with papers and pens

Books sta...

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Alpha male

My sister's family is close knit

but very casual, full of pets.

That summer the house dog was an Airedale

A big animal – wiry – intelligent.

Friendly enough but very watchful

Proprietorial even

Of people and premises.

 

As usual, if visiting, sisters do helpful chores.

One morning I stooped to scoop

Some towels and shoes from the stairs

To carry them up to their c...

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Choking

She came home after three weeks

my lusty first-born daughter

leaving her sister in further care

to steady a nervous heart.

The weeks in nursery had been fraught:

Rows of babes in baskets keening day and night.

No peace - ever.

No touch of human hand beyond necessity.

 

The knot of tension in her wee neck

Was like a marble.

My heart hurt for her distress.

I held ...

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The Dive

One hot summer's day

I stroked out from the coral beach

To a high rock in the small bay

With intent to dive

Safely.

The pocked outcrop was easy to climb

From the water surface.

The tide was high

The sea like crystal

Visibility clear.

I raised myself on to the rock

And peered down

Deep to the bottom

As into a glass of water

And could not judge its depth.

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Tree

To me

In contemplative mind

There is nothing more beautiful

Than a naked tree.

 

Stripped to bare grace

Twisted and gnarled

Broken and bent

Dark scribbles on the sky

Stretching

Lifting

Fighting upward - outward

The merest twig pulsing 

For light -

And the Universe.

 

Still

Clutching with hungry roots

And thirsty throats

The thick muck

Of ...

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Poets and Poetry

Sometimes I sit looking out the window -

Not seeing.

A book on my lap – not reading.

The radio soft with song – not listening.

Or lying upon my pillow - not sleeping.

Just thinking.

Giving my brain free rein

To pursue its peculiar passages.

And this scope often spins into 'Poetry'

That esoteric web of human connection

Through millennia.

 

What is it exactly? Poe...

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My Mummy Can Do Anything

She tucked the twins into bed

With the sun

Both children tired and ready to rest.

Darkness fell quickly

Warm, fragrant and black.

Night creatures were instantly busy.

 

Clinking about with pots and pans

She finished evening chores

And made a tasty sandwich

For Daddy's late night return

Weary and hungry.

Suddenly, the faintest call:

'Mummy. Mummy,' plaintively...

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In Praise of Books of Poetry

My beloved books sit

Huddled on shelves - shelves and shelves -

Thick spines thin spines snazzy spines bedraggled spines

Finger-worn with years of turning pages

From school days and formal tuition.

Or glossy new, recently acquired

Slim and shiny from fellow poets

Who share their words on stage or internet

Many - like me – self-published - unchallenged.

 

From these ...

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'My Song of God' by Ewan Thomas Holt, Age 11

I think God is a regular person

who is anything

and everything

and nothing

at the same time.

 

I think 'heaven' is a thing

a place and an idea.

There is no proof.

You can't touch it

see it or hear it.

But dead things may find life again

in a separate world.

 

I like amazing things:

giant waterfalls and volcanoes

tiny red spiders and seeds

and my f...

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