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Three Poems

Andrew Lansdown

Apr 01 2012

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Stargazing

The binoculars,
as if I had Parkinson’s,
refuse to steady.
So the stars zigzag about
like crazy, brilliant midges.

Pink Tones

To the sporadic pull
of the air’s clear rope

the hibiscus blossom
sways and swings

but its pistil tongue
still cannot strike

the wall of the bell,
which peals out

not sound but colour.

Seize the Day

It’s all right for them,
the waking birds who in grace
chirp, Carpe diem!
They’ve no reckoning to face
here or any other place.
 

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