Poems from David Davidson
Spiritual, observational poetry.
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Grace
There is no bliss like the bliss of grace. An unearned gift that spills from the hands of something greater than us. A reminder that far beyond the reach of our comprehension
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Soul making
I heard the teachings and they were good. They were like the morning sun rising in the sky. And I said to myself, but what of my soul? What of the hand that trails over
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The tree of life
Out or the corner of his eye he saw the tree, it was sparkling with silver light, tiny rainbows hanging and dancing from every needle, it was so beautiful his heart leapt,
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Pieris rapae
Out of my window, across the gardens, not a leaf stirs, just a butterfly or two, white against the green. Someone is using a hammer in the distance, the sound
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One day
One day sometime soon, the tides will roll in, just as they always have, but this time they won't stop. The seawater will fill the hotel rooms, the cars and petrol stations,
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In memorium
‘Fancy a Cuppa?’ Johnny opened the wheelhouse door and banged his heel three times on the steel deck . ‘Wake up Dad! Fifteen minutes later a hatch opened and his father’s
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Red hat
Hatred I hate you. I hate you with a passion the colour of pus. My friends tell me that it’s pointless to hate, that it doesn’t go anywhere and that love is better.
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Wreckage
He kept returning to the wreckage, not because he liked it but because it was so strangely peaceful there. The worst had happened and life had gone on, the breeze still nagged
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Inuit dream
I saw an Inuit man, he was standing in the snow with his back to me wearing a sealskin parka. People were approaching him and he was giving them things, more and more people came
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The empty house
The house smelled musty, it was cold, still and empty. Your chair was where it always had been, the magazine rack and the reading lamp standing by in case you came back.
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Nourishment
He reached out in the night, fingertips under her warm back for comfort. Mostly what they did these days was discuss what they were going to eat. They’d already eaten each other,
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The gun
Woke up in the middle of the night with this on my mind, Almost word for word.
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The fountain of peace
I found a lake once, in a deep part of the forest fed by a high waterfall which shimmered and danced in the light, it was mesmerizing, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
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Weather report
Yesterday was hot, in the evening the sunset was the most spectacular I have ever seen around here and this morning the dawn was beautiful. They say...
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The Poet's pool
You live a long life and full, you watch your children grow, become as old as you once were and eventually, inevitably life slips from you. And what...
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Trains
The trains don’t stop here anymore but I can see them passing through, and sometimes in the winter I step onto the tracks, into the slipstream of one...
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Mystery
Do you remember when we started out? So in love. We were a mystery to each other then and that mystery was filled with the light of another dimension...
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Poets
I have seen pictures of angels but I don’t believe them. I’ve heard it said that angels are the messengers of the gods so I see them as people, as...
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