Norman Kilgour
The Earth Throws a Party
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Hi There.
Say – I hear it’s your birthday.
From the stork a gift!
Gentle tidings –
Let the magic unfold
And envelope the world
In congenial madness.
Your eye stars
Will keep watch as you bring on the sun,
The call of trumpets
And the stallions parade,
A pony with harp
Tries dancing all day.
Entirely woman –
A perceptual wish:
Keen tigers and turtles
For jungles not run,
Gyrating voices
From incense unbound,
Mistress of beauty
Tulips are one,
Fruitful encounters
I hope you can come.
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The Leaf
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Saw a leaf the other day
And it reminded me of you
For when I tried to pick it up
It turned on end and flew.
So I tried to chase it down
And many times got near,
But it forever seemed to be teasing
And from my hand would veer.
Yet fluttering golden yellows
Are such a romantic’s delight
With crimson blushes burning the heart
Making me pursue the flight
As to why the object of my desire
Chooses not to stop for a rest
When all I need is a joyous moment
And not to a book be pressed.
So sometime on an autumn day
When the brisk wind has set you free,
You might see a man still running
And if he’s after that leaf, it’s me.
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A Winters Dream
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This afternoon was lovely;
The haze melted away,
And cotton clouds
Softly cuddled some marigolds.
The honeysuckle scent
Which lightly oiled a warm air breeze
Washed away the last full-ripe cherry
To fall upon a pungent leaf,
And each immigrant bird
Began to camouflage its sparkling song
As the floral trees of Spring
Formed the season’s arbor in olive green.
It was the kind of day
Two young lovers
Might sit on a summer porch
And swing to a flirtatious tune.
He would watch her skin
Which the sun had lightly buttered
And the liquid eyes
That bathed him in a soft romance.
The wiggle of her nose
So perked to his every scent
Seemed to rhyme
With the swirling curls of toasted hair,
And the blossom of lips
Quite full enough to spend time with,
Would part to brush
A voice of rainbows on his soul.
He – only wishing to be a squirrel
Attracting her attention with bushy tail and curious chestnut stares,
Would try to get enough
To last throughout the year.