The Balance (Death of a Song Thrush)

Life is a balance
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All
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The
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Way
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Indulgence leads
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Where pleasure plays
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You gain

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You lose

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Your choice

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You choose

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Beware
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The balance though
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It moves

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Egal Bohen

Dancing Leaves

O strong doth blow
November's wind
From trees
Their leaves
At summers end
-Free leaves
That then a’dancing go
Along the lane
Like autumn snow
-A’dancing
Bouncing
Off the ground
Such haste
These leaves
All crispy brown
-Announce their passing
By their sound
A'dancing
Flying
All around
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If autumn has a sound at all
-Then dancing leaves
I shall recall
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Egal Bohen
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November 2008

Autumn Brings

Dead Leaves
Nuts
Reds and golds
Cobwebs in the grass
Sunlight streaming
Low and old
A Gilded sky
Of yellow hued
Mellowed glass

Soft memories of harvest gone
Fading summer days
English fields of stubbled corn
Bonfires
Berries
Evening haze
Country things
These are the thoughts
That Autumn brings

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Egal Bohen

Poppies Red

As poppies sway 
Upon the breeze
Warm in the summers sun
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Their silken petals
Fluttering 
Speak
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These words for
Everyone
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"Our colour is the blood you shed
And when the battles done
You'll learn one day that petals red
Mean wars are never won"
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Egal Bohen
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September 2008
(Photo: Magnus Manske)

Loves Gift

A
Will
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To do
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What we would not
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or
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Do not that

We
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would
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Egal Bohen

Your Tree of Life is Taking Shape

Your
Tree of life
Is taking shape
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Its leaves made of labels
Bearing words that you spake
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It is best that you think
Of the leaves
You attach
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Once
Spoken
They
Hang there
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You can't get them back

Egal Bohen

Dead Skin

The rock and stone
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From which our cities are hewn
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Is but dead skin
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One must assume
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Egal Bohen