Some poems I wrote during a staging poetry class back in Ireland.
1.
the orchard
the orchard is golden and rusty
it tastes like baked apples
it sounds like the wind blowing the Chinese bells hanged to your door
it smells like cinnamon
it looks like a rich sewed garment
it makes me feel longing and melancholic
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2.
Wandering throught the raining city
eerie feelings surrounded me
around
the clock started to sing
hoc-hoc-hoc
endless monotony
remains of the old school days
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3. I wish I had a magnifying glass
I wish I could see in your heart
I wish I were a clock-mender
then I would repair the lazy rhythm of your heart beatings
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