Short Immured Poems

september darkness
a somber twilight evokes ~
a slumber immured

tree leaves dance and swirl
like floating gems in the sun ~
jewels of nature

swift flight of spring birds
in migration to safety~
an epoch journey
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Was death always this present
Or was I blind
Immured in the unseeing
Arrogance of youth?
Now I feel the tendrils
Of mortality coil 
Their unwelcome presence 
Around me everyday;
In Memorium reminders 
Of death's hand scattered 
throughout life.
No longer blind I see;
Shudder, turn my back
To embrace immortality....

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“Somewhere Ages and ages hence”
Past all attempts towards defence 
Of our doings we begin to see
For both our eyes, we did not see

A little is often taken for too much 
That we can’t but be imbeciles as such 
Is a sore lesion to life’s beauty
Seldom do we see sense as duty

We think we know while we do not 
Immured we live in our cosy cot
This is all life has, thinks the simple mind
Indolent to seek a superior find

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Remembering the Hothouse
          for our daughters

Wind skids on curves of trees,
immured in ice, seeds sleep.
Inside, I shiver.
Then, from bean fields of the mind,
coiling on propping studs of flesh
ascends the blossoming hope;
and I know that pregnant Sal,
smoothed with cocoa cream
sails snoring into birth.
Her waters warm, protect, and part:
the cargo singing in her crib
melts the chill
when wind skins bark and bones
and every other year
the chorus grows....

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