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Best Poems Written by Nicola Noo

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The Forest In Daylight

Silver birches creak 
in rasping winds so sublime
A frog leaps upward

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Sylvia

She knew how to write
felt every change in the wind
died on the sabbath

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Bio

Nicola
Happy, sad, angry, sweet
Sister of Jenny and Louisa
Lover of literature, frogs and music
Who feels love, fear and joy
Who fears inadequacy, catastrophe and wasps
Who would like to see kindness, Madagascar and sunshine
Resident of Glasgow, Scotland
“Noo”

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The Art of Non-Saying

The words get trapped here
In the tendrils of vapour
from my cup of tea

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Absenteeism

We agreed on this
I stamp on your toe, slyly
You cannot feel it
Eyes on what you want the most
This is why you kept me home.

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A String of Cliches

The stillness of the sound
It’s feeding like a drip
Oh life’s a funny old thing.

Planes drone overhead
Seas lap dirty shores
It’s just a string of clichés.

My hands are bored
My heart’s overgrown
It doesn’t know where to go.

I’ve got a fissure inside
It gets deeper every time
Whenever I try to move.

Upwards and outwards
I’m scrambling upwards
And outwards…

Now…

And the crack is growing
It’s growing in

To me

Oh how do you stop
What’s already started?

How to stop a freight train?

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The Suicide Crime Scene

Our feet patter a dusty tune
Edinburgh traffic plumes
One good eye surveys the scene.

Suddenly – a flash of yellow
Dashes across blurred vision
Police line - do not cross.

Curiosity beats a steady rhythm
We weave through traffic
Feel the shame of indiscretion.

Once at the tall railings
You hoist me up to look
I feel cold metal chafe my hands.

Peeking over, I gasp at the drop
gazing down at the street below
A screen obscures the view.

“Please get down from there!”
I drop down, grab your hand
We run away like naughty children.

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My Friend, the Bear

All I have is you and no one else
Burn the witch is shunned.
It took me all it could
And still I am alone, with you.

I try to be what they need
I paint my face so clean
Yet they see into me
Into a hollow they can’t know.

I trap the bear in a net
His claws strip my flesh.
I’ll never set him free
Now he’s stuck inside 
like me.

I lick the wounds
The salty flesh
I am clean
I do not need.

I have a bear
His claws are thorns
He rips me up inside
It’s nice to know he’s there.

Someone to care
My dirty bear.

His eyes are dead
In his vacant head.

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Re-Co-Very

Re-co-very
A slow and sweetened word
It rings with resonance
A beauty to be heard.

Looking back on tears shed
the pain is muted, silenced
just a quiet hum I hear
This time it is no pretence.

Sometimes I feel a sting
The prick of old pain
niggles in my sides
A drop of dirty rain.

Mentally I push it away
float it down the river
burn it at the seams
on a breeze that shivers.

‘This is it’
I tell myself
but the voice whispers
‘Until next time’.

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Love In a Shadowy Doorway

Well maybe I'll find love
in the shadowy doorway
of a tenement building
'neath a bullet grey sky.

Silver shrapnel will rain
down
soak our leathery feet
watered and overgrown.

Love in a shadowy doorway.