September Collage Poem: Merseyways

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Wonderful woman lost in her mirror,

worn subject of a Swiss dream

cobbled on the back

of the toilet door.

 

Tiny lights

observe their image

fragile; a subtle glance.

 

The river wild, the river loved, the river mild.

History, life, rivalry

my eyes were filled with tears

from the sight

 

to play by Petrarch's rules the Bard foreswore

 

swept away on a sea of tears

is that a dot in the distance

or somebody drowning in the river

 

hateful twins of driven steam compete

 

water water everywhere

and not a drop

to drink!

 

 

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Nigel Astell

Wed 10th Sep 2014 12:44

This Way

Words work this way
enraptured together this way
preserved always this way
collectively endorsed this way.

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Andy N

Tue 9th Sep 2014 12:42

proud to been a part of this as always john. i think cynthia is dead right here with this

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 9th Sep 2014 11:14

These collages are very interesting. The 'hodge-podge' effect of such disparate ideas is like reading a many-authored chapbook.

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