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Poem: Shush, the morning whispers, pulsing

Shush, the morning whispers, pulsing.

Water on the window tracing.

Down through foliage rain hissing,

Earthy petrichor releasing.

 

To the ground the raindrops racing,

Stream abrimming with water coursing

Around the rock and branches, sluicing

Into hollows, swirling, massing.

 

Hush to hear the flowers dancing

And beside them, saplings waltzing.

Droplets pocking, leaping, glancing

On fat leaves, jumping, prancing.

 

All that’s past, the rain’s erasing –

Stuffy air, pollution, cleansing.

Its task complete, downpour ceasing –

Silence,

stillness,

now increasing.

 

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Poem: The Library is Mine

Socks on soft scarlet carpet between towering shelves.

The dark outside lends serenity to the silence within.

The library is mine,

All knowledge within my reach.

On silent feet I pass a solitary student

And mirror him at my own desk, hunched mutely.

Blank screens surround me, empty desks,

My own an island of study,

Scattered with books, notes, scribbles and stationery.

I pause in my scholarship,

Look up at my own reflection in the window,

Only cold blackness and the sleeping beyond.

Warm indoors, I wiggle my toes and turn the page,

And keep reading of ancient heroes,

Philosophers and scholars,

And what they believed and what they knew.

That which they left in legacy

For me to read.

The library is mine.