Souter Poems - Poems about Souter

...My Father’s Hand! My father left me when I was a baby and all that remained of him… was his hand! The hand that edged its way into the last photo he took of me! As I grew, I used to study tha......

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...She Wanted More! He shut the car door with a hush; she closed her side of the car with a statement. He slipped into his seat belt in a measured sense; she slapped-snapped her seat belt on.. in ......

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...The Lie I am an insect waiting to be squashed! I stare hard at the ground as if fascinated, enthralled by it while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt wait to gouge and burrow out any self-belie......

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...A Sensitive Man He was the sensitive, hushed type whose character was often folded inside his pocket, rather than on display. He always felt different but adhered to the rules: school, colle......

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...Further Along Further along you might know some of the answers, further along perhaps you will understand the why. We met on a corner of an afternoon where the sun had stopped to shine; y......

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...The Expert in Death She reluctantly closed the book, locking the painting back inside her mind, then a sudden frisson of emotion, another surreal-reveal moment, and her smile was flint; lips u......

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...The Leaves are Hushed Alone she stares through a skylight playing I spy with the sky, creating fantastical creatures out of skimming, brimming clouds. Suddenly a shadow swiftly smears a w......

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...Morning Turns the Page Night lies softly across the beach, as delicate as a black, silken scarf, while, underneath its dark veil, the sea is blue tissue paper with whitened finger tips wrapp......

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...Broken Shadows She has always had an energetic thirst for life but now incurious thoughts are strung across her mind and there they hang, a washing line of confusion until a nudge of stretching......

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...The Bitter Bite of Night! Night creeps in sotto voce melding with the mellowing village life. Night, a seemingly mischievous cat, slips along incognito in its prankish mood, teasing any light ......

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...The Journey The journey had been long, the path had been narrow, the afternoon was shortening and my destination crept closer. I walked on. The path still strolled ahead of me and no matt......

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...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......

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...A Study in Character My aunt…. wears jewellery that winks as she walks and she always has a sharp, shivery look that you pay attention to …just in case! She makes the world around her nervous......

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...Buttered Fields It was early when she was tickled awake as light eased under the eaves to trickle through a sigh of curtains, to whisper across the bedroom floor, to nudgingly nestle beside h......

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...The Lone Tree The autumn day had been muffled up in thick scarf and rainproof jacket until darkness, countryside darkness, clambered gradually over the horizon; silence, stillness obediently a......

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