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Natasha Cross Poem
The time is murky just before dark
Sun holds her breath in endless battle
Hint of fog and mist rising in park
My feet plod heavy like child rattle
Legs protrude shaped deer and child
A-praying. Ssh darling says mother,
Sweet dreams spring constitution mild
Come back from window reject other
In bed tucked up I run again
Shattering multi-coloured tales
The pigs, wolves, dragons brutally slain
Cast aside like foot rot bloodied tails
I imagine myself chasing trains
Fool! Blundering rhino attempting dance
Gazelle only canon drawn pains
Aged fat knight dragging lance
Two black panthers swooped by
Light as dark angels in trainers
I felt at once white clown why
Can coal coated elephants learn to fly?
Leave me to plod therefore unmaimed
And let others more wily receive gains.
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Natasha Cross Poem
It wasn’t until I met you
That I knew the face I looked for
In every stranger.
It wasn’t until I met you
I realised what was missing from
Every sunset I watched alone.
It wasn’t until I met you
That I discovered the part of my
Soul, long untouched
And try as I might
I can’t find those feelings
In anyone else’s touch or glance
You are my only.
The only one I want to hold
Because you complete me.
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I lay away in a soft blanket
Harsh night sounds keep me fast awake
And it seems tonight I must be in your debt
If only brief snatches of memories I take
But they alone keep me safe.
It seems a dream of worlds away
To stand bare skinned in the falling rain
And walk where black hands scatter hay
Please dear spare a dream to ease the pain
Of another city darkness aimlessly spent.
Nightime trains traverse my thoughts
Over deserts, mountains and oceans to come
Closer to you than perhaps I ought
And let our hearts beat as one
Just to burn and frazzle under the African sun.
For what are dreams but clouds
Of dust darling and you frozen
To pleasure my mind in funeral shroud
Yet dead or not your ghost keeps me cozen
And who am I to slay a ghost of my own hand?
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A dying sun, sucking the last dregs
From a blood drenched sky.
Rays shatter like sun baked glass
On humble waves, which lift their crests
Then dive down deep.
A muted roar of anguish,
Fades to sickroom whispers,
Murmuring sea voices hide secret fears.
Salt laced tears crash carelessly
On an empty seaweed plain.
Ritual movements of the funeral procession
Each player engaged in their own grief
Long after stains of death are cleansed away,
The watery waltz continues,
In homage to doomed splendour.
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Natasha Cross Poem
There are those who sing sweet hymns
To love and still others talk of its pain
I see only through a blurred frame
Perhaps they see with more clarity.
No pretence that there are tears pouring
For you from my spotless bedsheets
(Would that they would wash the sins of my floor)
Besides there are three of you and
Maybe more.
No it’s not for you the long night
Vigils or wandering soul upon
Empty moon plains.
Not you unseen, untouched, unspoken
To dance upon my gravetomb.
Love is a leech that sucks you dry
And leaves in its wake only need
You have all my blood could it be
You desire my bone marrow too?
And if love can live on paper
Alone you have me a fool
But perhaps that’s how you wanted
It kneeling and trembling
And always begging for more.
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Natasha Cross Poem
If I had broke my heart
My words would have shattered
Into pieces of fractured feeling.
The truth is I’m too selfish
To give you a part of my soul
I want myself for me,
Sweet Darling,
So even as I hold you closer
Than I hold my own tears
Your arms only embrace my shell
My hopes, joys, fears have flown
Far away, to a place no human can touch.
The harder you reach
The further I’ll retreat
Even though you stole my heart
Once in the depths of night
It was never yours to take.
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It tumbles through my mind
Like an oversized owl clipped
From flight. Nothing remains
Shelves of carefully stacked
Thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Shatter into shards of coloured mirrors.
Then it spreads – a black tar
Glupping, glumping until it fills
Pores and membranes and every
Being that was once myself.
I thought steadiness achieved
Until one day – back turned –
You came and that was it.
Gone peace and enter marooned
Madness. Life over but not dead.
Torture like toenails being pulled.
But it goes: time is our one
Weapon left. The shelves are
Never replaced, my childhood general store
Vandalised. Bottles of being
Smashed from innocence.
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I see pink lips that mark
Sun’s last kiss to the sky
They fade slower than a lover’s
But it is still goodbye.
One side of the house
Already in darkness waiting
As my light burns steady
For the end of day.
And as it glows flushed
I see my empty room
Thank my pen for its constant
Companionship.
Oh I wish I could describe
Hot passion laid outside
My window or flare your
Memory with half the same glare.
Yet watch it fades even now
Until night’s seductive fingers
Prise love’s fiery glow
From the sky’s forgetful breast
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