POETRY

 

Selected Poems taken from Terry Shulman's fourth book of poetry

All Poems Copyright (c) Terry Shulman 1994

From
	the
jumble
	that
is
	my
life's
	work

 

The Wind-sharp,
shaking out the dust
in the womans coat,
as she sits on the park bench
eating her meal for the day.

Her grey eyes drifting about
the grassy earth underfoot,
a pool of water,
left over from a rain storm,
reflecting a face
that was once beautiful.

The End.
 
 
Eating a slice of toast
in bed,

the only thing is
the crumbs always

end up in your
belly button.

The End.
 

I Slept On Wood

The door was shut behind me
a single light looked down
as i slept on wood.

The window was sparkling
from the light,
its affect was magic,
to me,
as i slept on wood.

No trees to look at,
no person to say hello,
just a steel door,
closed,
as i slept on wood.

The End.

I took
a train
to a far
off place,
and came
back again.

The End.

And in a stream
a leaf floats,
as in a dream.

Down river it flows
to the sea, and,
drifts away
for ever.

The End.




I looked
inside
a cardboard box,

but there was nothing in it?
said the politician.




Leticia with green eyes
weekend surrealist,
setting up home
in a cardboard box,
compassionately waiting
for the sun to shine,
in a romantic trilogy of time.

Waiting, waiting, in ragged clothes,
to an unsung song, singing,
looking for food
none to be had,
but drinkning a bottle of wine
she was given.

The End.



A sombre reflection
of music,
a double bass
broken,
and left on the floor
in pieces.

And the toy teddy bear
looked on,
from the corner
of the toy box
at
the toy soldier,
banging a drum.

The End.





I leave my lifetime's work
to the world,

said the old man
as he slipped back
into
one of his own paintings.

For this painting was,
his life's work,

a work that took some fifty
years to paint,

a work of history.

The End.