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Spiral
These years lift over coldly now: Aprils
and Augusts are gifted to ice, or sprawl
into mid-summers or year ends—pillars
of lesser standing. Still come no replies
to boyish queries, how the belly sleeper
buoys, begins again, becomes poor soul
or bull of appetite; why when the pearls
drop, no spool dares connect the ripples.
Source: Poetry (May 2010).
Poems by Roddy Lumsden
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Living
POET’S REGION Scotland
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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