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Darrell Saunders Poem
Snow dancing
across misty morning mood,
winter laughs.
Copyright © Darrell Saunders | Year Posted 2009
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Darrell Saunders Poem
I dreamed you alive last night
a revisit of our Sunday drives
to Ladner seeking blackberries
I came running back to the car
my ice cream bucket filled
with blackberries, my wrist
full of red cuts. Blackberry juice
some still trickling from my mouth,
I grinned at you.
I dreamed you back to the river
where you took me fishing
a black slimy bullhead
my first trophy fish
I was proud
you looked at me with disapproval
as I poked my fish with a knife
till its guts oozed out.
I dreamed you back to the pear orchard
the biggest pears where at the top
of rotting tree limbs. You shouted
a warning at me to be careful
I was eager to please you and ventured
far out on fragile limbs
Septembers crisp chill reddening my face
but it was your branch that snapped
and you crashed heavily to the ground.
You broke your heel.
I dreamed you back to Fraser Street
you on your nightly walk
I drunk out of my mind
swearing at two girls passing by
and I saw your face, that look
and I tried to walk straight
tried to apologize,
tried to make things right
but you quickened your pace
as if I was a stranger.
Copyright © Darrell Saunders | Year Posted 2009
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Darrell Saunders Poem
Egg so fragile
new creation
new heart beating
in the henhouse
bird that might have been
Egg so fragile
nature’s wonder
beneath its mother
warm and cozy
bird that might have been
Egg so fragile
fresh and faultless
I salute you
I salute you
bird that might have been
Egg so fragile
my creation
humbly proffered
in my kitchen
bird that might have been
Egg so fragile
crack it open
fry with bacon
over easy
bird that might have been
Egg so fragile
cracked and emptied
on the compost
void of promise
bird that might have been
Copyright © Darrell Saunders | Year Posted 2009
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Darrell Saunders Poem
Two strife torn lovers adrift in a boat
enveloped by circling currents
torn by dark separation
the fragile veil of words
exploding
into tears and threats
emotions like storm breaking
silence separating two worlds
turbulence fills the boat
nothing left to say
the boat drifts towards the rapids
unattended
Unattended
the boat drifts towards the rapids
nothing left to say
turbulence fills the boat
silence separating two worlds
emotion like storm breaking
into tears and threats
exploding
the fragile veil of words
torn by dark separation
enveloped by circling currents
two strife torn lovers adrift in a boat
Copyright © Darrell Saunders | Year Posted 2009
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Darrell Saunders Poem
Yearning to dance, he went
to a discount store with
very little money to spend.
He needed new old shoes.
He’d been saving to buy beer
that evening, and aftershave,
and a ten dollar ticket
to a singles’ dance.
Loneliness would sometimes
crowd out the need for food,
but he couldn’t dance without
leather soled shoes.
He needed to buy black shoes,
inconspicuous ones that hid
poverty and social class and
help him fit in at the dance.
Of fifty or so pairs of brown
and black shoes, a pair
of black loafers still shined,
appeared almost new.
He wondered briefly whose
toes had shifted in those shoes--
Was he a dancing man?
A rich man? A lonely man?
He slipped into the mystery
man’s shoes: A perfect fit.
A new confidence,
A feeling of wealth.
Tonight in the dance hall,
dancing away his blues,
will be a man with
inconspicuous black shoes.
Copyright © Darrell Saunders | Year Posted 2009
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