Child. child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
modern British poetry

Submitted: September 10, 2012

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Little Paradox,
Little Starburst, Stardust,
Nothingness and all Things felt;
The unforgettable Never Known. 
All of me.
We never met.

Every year


Up on the hill
Your incense burns.
In town, out of its element
Your lemon tree fights frost.
And these symbols fill the space
Your life and mine anticipated.

Time has nothing to do
With the truth of matters.
Time flows and dries up and floods, 
Congeals and makes clean
And of all that is unsaid
Grows tumours
Inside Amazonian Queens
And over long lifetimes
Makes mourners of mothers
Under the same sunrise.


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