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Carol Keys Poem
I was born of sand and sea
Of ozone so fresh
It could be tasted
I was born of a mountain
A picture postcard backdrop
Shadowing a small seaside town
It's grassy slopes
And sheer rock faces
Visible to all
I was born of sunshine
Long summer days
Spent on glorious sandy beaches
I was born of seagulls
Squawking their plaintive cries
Hovering over any left-overs
Amassing around the harbour
Expectantly awaiting
Returning fishing boats
I was born of a stilted, wooden cafe
Vending ice-cream, tea, scones
And buckets and spades
I was born of poverty
Of making do
Of hand-made clothes
Made from cast-offs
And recycled yarns
Our toys passed down
Revamped to look new
They were new to us
I was born of tasty, home-made soups
Full of fresh vegetables
And cheaper cuts of meat
Wholesome and warming
I was born of cold winters
Coal fires, condensation dripping
In icicles down cold,
Salt encrusted window panes
Of hot water bottles
Moved around the bed
To warm cold sheets
I was born of Vick's vapour rub
Of Eucalyptus and Cod liver oils
Miracle cures we were told
I was born of shyness
Of under-achievements
Loneliness, and
Not meeting expectations of others
I was born from dust
Fine particles from the environs of space
Combined to make atoms and molecules
Which make up everything we know
I am a miracle
I was born
Carol Keys. (21.02.13)
Inspired by Joseph Buckley, We Are Poets (I Come From)
Copyright © Carol Keys | Year Posted 2014
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Carol Keys Poem
Tell Me You Love Me
Do I really need to tell you
Those three little words you long to hear?
Do my actions not suffice
Is our relationship's longevity
Not enough to satisfy you?
Good times and bad, we've survived
Do I really need to tell you.
Do I really need to tell you
That our love is like the ocean?
Deep, mysterious and eternal
We're bonded together, you and me
Like decades worth of barnacles
Welded to undersea structures
Do I really need to tell you?
Do I really need to tell you
Our love manifests through our children?
By the way they raise their own
To love and respect themselves
And others, no matter who they are
By the love we receive in return
Do I really need to tell you?
Do I really need to tell you
After all, we are still together?
We trust in each other
If you are in trouble, I'll be there
If you are hurt, I am too
We are soul mates, you and me
Do I really need to tell you?
Copyright © Carol Keys | Year Posted 2014
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Carol Keys Poem
Blocked
Immaculate
Like virgin snow
Untouched
By human hands
Or pen
I stare
At the stark white sheet
Where are the words
Not a clue
No words in my head
Words
Like bricks
Tumbling out of
A muddled mind
Building structures
Tarnishing
The white carpet
Beneath
But hey!
What's this?
A page full of words
Forming a pattern
Coming from within
Gracing the chaste white paper
I am blocked
No more.
By Carol Keys
Copyright © Carol Keys | Year Posted 2014
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