Poem -

I always came back to the dew on the grass

I have no idea of theĀ 
Meaning by the words
The mouth has uttered.
In silence the world has
Long contemplated art
As a form of dying.
I have expressed it
Exceptionally well.

I was a stone, once.
Twice I counted myselfĀ 
As the sky, imaginingĀ 
I was Jesus.
If life went to fast
I took the footpath.
For me, though, I alwaysĀ 
Came back to the dew on
The grass.

Lately I've learned not toĀ 
Frighten. ConcerningĀ 
Myself with itemsĀ 
Like photographs.
I think of the day's hell
Passes us by
As a train on the railroad.
It's too easy to talk about sunĀ 

One day the dew on the
Grass will worry me lessĀ 
That the Earth open upĀ 
And swallow meĀ 
All in good fun.
Mind numb to the coldĀ 
The frost so unloads.
May the soul of the EarthĀ 

Prove the gold it is worth.

Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Oh my... This is absolutely gorgeous I see your soul in this dear Rory. You've been on a roll with your poetry and this is just magnificent. You are right, it's easy to speak of the sun, you do light and dark incredibly well. Kudos. 🌹 Love your narration in this, it's got everything from imagery to reflections and emotion. 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

I broke my writing hand, now it's in a cast.
You know they say you use the opposite side of your brain if using the adjacent hand?
Maybe there's something to it.
Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Oh Rory, so sorry about your hand but yes positively brilliant use of your other. šŸ‘Œ 🌹

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Marion

For me this was fabulously dark in its wording and the tone of your voice. I'm.utterly depressed having read it and listened to it and I thank you enormously ...I love dark x

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Rory McGinlay

I'm pretty happy with this one. Ironic isn't it

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Shirley Harrison

Still brilliant, I hope your hand is better now dear Rory. 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

Thanks for your concern, HarrisonĀ 
But nah, the is fucked for life.
Last time I'll punch a man.
The other day I crossed the street.
I might be a tiny bit traumatisedĀ 

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Shirley Harrison

I'm so sorry to hear this dear Rory, if it's any consolation , you are not the only one who ever hit a man, I guess it's where the magnificent poetry is born too. 🌹

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