Jinge Norvall

The surface is calm, smooth and glassy,
Beauty reflected therein
An occasional ripple, or eddy,
Betrays the stillness and calm
...

He shivers in the morning dew,
Blanket and shirt cast aside
Like the dawn shrugging off
The dark, lonely night.
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Soft in limb & bland in face,
Sally the rag doll knew her place..
Doctor or nurse, teacher for a day -
Sally the rag doll knew how to play!
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A garden majestic in grandeur,
Hewn from rock and stone, her pillared plinths
Like sentinels amidst
The granite domes
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The playful fire dances
Amber-red, flourescent-green,
Flinging impish sparkles
At imperious, distant stars,
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When you're in the world
And you're all backslid
There's a wall you won't
get through
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Is there anyone who can hold me
Without ever letting go
Or one who can uplift me
When my life has sunk too low
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Twas Jack Frost
Who held the land
In his grip of ice and snow
And the poor ones shuddered
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I am molten lava
melting rock, fossilizing flowers
solidifying in brisk breezes
till my heart is cold
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Like
New rain
On old dry dirt
and newborn lambs
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Storm clouds roll through mental skies
Shutting out light and day..
Lightening rods shoot fiery darts
At the heart of deepest night..
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Oh give me the wild
The wind in my hair -
leaves underfoot
birdsong in the air..
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Who can I open my heart to,
When the anger writhes within..
like hissing snakes
that bite & spit
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And now in the cold light of day,
Grief casts her shadows long,
and grey
Draining warmth & blinding me
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And there amidst the leafy green
Emblazoned
on a clear blue sky, a face
Of questions
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Crimson carpets
brightly laid
‘neath Flame tree's leafy boughs
Jacaranda's purple rain
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I've been doing hard yards
said the Pilgrim
My path seems lined with briars;
Obstacles arise
...

It was the last of summer
when joyous you came to me;
As evenings cooled
and russet autumn hues began to show..
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And there again
into the blackest night we go
Faltering through jagged outcrops
Of razor rock and stumbling stone -
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I have need of you, my love
your face near mine...
your whispers in my ear
poetry divine...
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