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Warm

The snow didn’t relent
it whirled about us thicker
than ever
I felt warm
the wind blew louder
great drifts made domes
the storm had more snow
to fling at us.

Robert James Berry 

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Tales

We sat in the room
trading tales
it was magnificent.
You were a field thistle
a bloom of blood
I listened, enraptured
while you recounted
shivery stories.
As it grew dark
the tales became taller
I felt your soft touch on my face
colder than ice
I never disbelieved a word.

Robert James Berry

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Thunderstorms

In the tropics
thunderstorms are momentous 
they replenish the drains
where toads vocalize
and rats raise big families.
You loved a storm
drank tea while the rains
bubbled frantically
and thunder clapped like a god.
When your glasses misted
you wiped your eyes 
I kissed your lashes
the storm grumbled distantly.

Robert James Berry

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Quietly

Quietly
you hum a sorrowful song
in your face is written
the memory of sad things
you are hale but frail
and like many things
touched by frost.
So let me thaw you
let me melt into your skin
let me kiss the icicles away.

Robert James Berry

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Snowfall

The snow is falling
big flakes
perfect as marshmallows
festive as wedding cakes
it tickles our napes
beads our scarves
till we’re quite sprinkled.
The world is pristine
the silence immense
you loved the snow
till it turned to sludge
and stickied our souls.

Robert James Berry

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Psycho

Dogs yelp at me
I stamp my foot petulantly
my head twitches like a fly’s
the antipsychotic medicines
fry my mind
I’m dishevelled as a prophet
I smell ranker than goat’s cheese
the unit lets me wander
folk avoid me on the lanes
I’m a nutter
uglier than a gargoyle
you’d be so glad
not to be me.

Robert James Berry
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The River

We loved the river
often swam in it
there were great iris beds
and flowering reeds.
One day it was hot
we bent over a pool
feeling the sun scald our heads.
When night came
mist crawled over the fields
the stars were thick
but there was no moon
to romance us.

Robert James Berry
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