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Secluded Worlds

Secluded Worlds

Tag Cavello

Copyright 2017 by Tag Cavello

Shakespir Edition

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24 Short Poems by Tag Cavello

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]]The Wheat Field Tree

For My Dog

Time Will Take You Away From Me

Thank You For The Dream

Verdancy Frolics

To Fancy A Journey

Snowy Mountain

In The Tower

In The Joy Of Friendship

December Chill

The Wind Must Be Female

Senior Skip Day

My Idea Of Heaven

I Like To Smoke In The Rain

Spiders!

Under A Maple

The Endurance

Xiao Mao

Peninsula

Another Los Angeles Song

Wind In The Winter Wood

Walk On A Windy Night

The Pixie Princess

April Cantata

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The Wheat Field Tree
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When I think of the hours we shared

From a time I can no longer reach,

I think of where we could have been paired,

Of a place we can no longer breach.

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And when I go to the wheat field tree

On autumn afternoons,

I see the way that we used to be,

Close to the autumn moon.

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High above the golden grain

The foliage flies with the crows,

Swept about in slanting rain

To the place of its last repose.

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And I see the field of pink flowers,

We had all and nothing to do,

Lost in a mist of verdant hours,

When you turned from me, and I from you.

For My Dog

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**]Let’s fly off under the maples,

Two kites from their tight strings hurled.

Lead me again like you once did,

You my best friend in the world.

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Scare the cat back into its tree.

Spy a hare in the snow and chase.

They wish to see you, I surmise,

Revive the primordial race.

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Oh come back for another run!

To the school, the park, and downtown!

Put your nose in the clean white snow!

Shake the rain from your coat of brown!

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For time upon this aging leash

Must soon leave my hand uncurled.

I need you here, boy, like you were.

You my best friend in the world.

Time Will Take You Away From Me

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**]Time will take you away from me.

The ash will fall as you stand

In a place that’s safe to see

The end of my part in your plan.

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It cannot be stopped,

Nor changed, this decree:

Time will take you away from me.

[_ ___________]

Which way will you turn from the lane,

As I watch at the other end?

Such ignorance I do not feign,

Nor wisdom of the calling bend.

[_ ___________]

The kitchen table midnight shed

Of makeshift meals you ate,

Means time for you to go to bed,

While I sit with the empty plate.

[_ ___________]

The sweetness between us

Is sugar in tea.

Time will take you away from me.

[_ ___________]

Tomorrow when you wave goodbye

From the door of your school classroom,

The look will be there in your eye,

Of something deeper, something soon.

[_ ___________]

For you are in the know as well,

I’ve seen that look in passing,

From time to time between the swells

Of tears for mock reasons casting.

[_ ___________]

It’s coming, you see,

Inevitably:

Time will take you away from me.

[_ ___________]

Time will take you away from me.

We cannot go hand in hand.

Time will take you away from me.

Let’s enjoy time while we can.

Thank You For The Dream

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**]To torture me with your beauty,

In a fever dream dreamt shrewdly,

Is both wonderful and cruel.

I love you, I hate you; please leave.

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Or rather I would have you stay,

‘Til the taste of my lunch goes gray,

I am your spider, Miss Muffet;

Keep eating your curds and whey.

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Alas, it’s I who need to move.

The pebble spinneth in its groove.

But thank you for the dream.

Wonderful, cruel, criminal; you.

Verdancy Frolics

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**]Verdancy frolics in the wind,

Where does it go, and where has it been?

Verdancy frolics in the wind,

As does our love every now and then.

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Love…

He, a fool, fancies a journey and thus embarks;

He flings his soul to the wind and it arcs,

Lethal, to some far off place in that fickle sky,

Where happier memories burn like leaves

That wither to ember but never die.

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One cold night in the mountain snows,

Up where the arctic wind blows,

I walked alone ‘neath the whispering trees,

Alone in the mountain snows.

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My boots pressed through the diamond white,

That shone in the bough-clawed starlight;

My eyes searched through the piney brush,

In the mountain snows that night.

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Come along home, boy, come along home,

‘Fore too much the air chills our bones;

Come back down to the cottage now,

Back down where the home fires glow.

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And then I saw with a happy bark,

You dash through the powdered dark,

And we were from being to once had been,

Leaving the mountain alone again.

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It was a lovely night in the tower,

During the blizzard that year;

We slept ‘neath a quilt in each others’ arms,

In a room on the highest tier.

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Candlelight shimmered in winter gusts,

That swept through the black, black sky;

And you whispered your thoughts to me, sweetheart,

And I hung on your every sigh.

I remember that night so clearly now,

The night that our love took wing—

You and I in a far away world,

Where our dreams could dream anything.

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It was a lovely night in the tower,

During the blizzard that year;

We slept ‘neath a quilt in each others’ arms,

In a room on the highest tier—

In a room on the highest tier.

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Two girls sit on the hood of my car,

Sharing a cigarette dream,

Heads tossed back underneath the stars,

In thanks of a day redeemed.

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Four crossed legs, two smiles, one chat,

Summer wind down the lane.

“Let’s race to the end of love and back,

And see all that’s left, what remains.”

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“We’ll meet back here,” says the girl in red,

“Unless you forget about me.

“I want to laugh about what we said;

“Was life all you hoped it would be?”

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And the girl in blue, I see her consent,

And she leans back with a deep breath.

This must be what the poets meant,

By enduring a lover’s death.

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Two girls sit on the hood of my car,

Sharing a cigarette dream.

Two girls waiting, waiting for scars,

In the joy of the friendship between.

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Deep within the woods,

Near a lonely, frozen hill,

I hunkered down one night

From a mean December chill.

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The howl of a wolf

‘Cross the snow-covered way,

Came through the window somehow,

Making me feel even more aloof;

The howl of a wolf did bay.

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Yet my quilt was heavy,

And the fire strong,

Heavy and strong as the snow;

For any assault did I feel ready,

Whatever that came along.

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Deep within the woods,

Near a lonely, frozen hill,

I hunkered down one night

From a mean December chill.

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I love the windy days,

When leaves frolic in the streets,

Though for me the wind never stays,

It will always run away..

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No matter how fast I go,

With my shoes, my coat, my hat,

It always seems to be too slow.

Away, away, the winds blow.

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Like any pretty lass,

That I so happen to meet,

Gone is she so very fast,

A premature courtship passed.

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Tawny hair, gold jewelry,

Out the door! In a flash! A blur!

This is all they will let me see.

This is all, before they flee.

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So the wind must be female,

The wind is a she,

It never bides long in my lane.

Which isn’t to say I worry,

So long as she’s back again.

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You never cut school for senior skip day,

You stayed behind the doors.

When most other kids your age had gone,

You withheld and studied more.

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You were never last in line,

You were never late for the bus.

You never had to hurry,

Hurry with the rest of us.

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You were the sharp-dressed business boy,

You were the serious one.

Always at the end of the week,

Your week was never quite done.

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You never cut school for senior skip day,

You never ran away.

So I suppose I’ll have to regret it for you,

And pretend you skipped it anyway.

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Come wind and rain!

Twist the weather vane!

Make the cock dance to and fro!

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Come snowy nights

Down from rocky heights!

Make the school tell the kids “Don’t go!”

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Come waves to the cliffs,

Crash wondrous gifts,

All up and down the coast.

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Come leaves to the farm

From a bent tree’s arm,

And gather ‘round the old gate post.

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Come thunder to the skies,

Come lightning to our eyes,

Come cool and windy showers,

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Up over the wall,

The gray garden wall.

Sweep through the delicate flowers.

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Come morning mist

To our daily tryst,

Under the apple trees.

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Come perfect kiss,

Come sighs, come bliss,

On a lost time’s better reprise.

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Let nature be awake!

Let it caper; let it shake!

Bid her sullen sleep adieu!

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Awake and aglow,

Beyond the window,

In which I share heaven with you.

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I like to smoke in the rain,

I smoke when the weather turns gray.

Safe beside my umbrella cane,

Sound from the pouring day.

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Cool winds rushing through hushed streets,

Are not there for me, I know.

Nevertheless they meet and greet,

The warmth of my cigar’s glow.

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Seldom come more peaceful times,

To let our worries explain,

Sadness in a way sublime.

I like to smoke in the rain.

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Spiders, spiders, everywhere,

In the dark and perhaps your hair!

Crawling beneath our beds at night,

Their jewel-black eyes reflect the light!

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     Look on the ceiling!

     Is that a shape?

     There’s one by the door!

     We can’t escape!

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Spindly legs upon the cover,

Scratch and scuttle; don’t let them under!

They’re on the loose; they’re on the prowl!

Oh my goodness! I feel one now!

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     Another’s crawling down the wall!

    The biggest one yet approaches!

     Turn on the light—wait! Turn it off!

     They’re not spiders—they’re giant roaches!

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I spent the night under a maple tree,

Long ago in a high wind,

And over the lot did I chance to see,

A cat prowl for life to rescind.

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There once was a ship called Endurance,

Through the pack ice did she sail,

Marked by Antarctic occurrence,

One time in a killing gale.

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She was a strong barquentine vessel,

Designed for uneasy terrain,

‘Til upon ice did her hull nestle,

And upon ice was cleft in twain.

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In coldness we must needs remember,

She holds fast from bow to stern,

Forever in silent splendor,

In coldness will memories burn.

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You come to the doorstep every night,

On a gait that insists you belong;

You come to the threshold for a bite,

On a cry that insists is song.

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And sometimes your wish is granted,

Though like all good deeds must be hidden;

And sometimes you take them for granted,

For you are the mom of a kitten.

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And sometimes I’m forced to abstain,

Though no special good comes of this;

I must turn you out to the rain,

For no good deed goes unpunished.

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We’ve come to the end I’m afraid;

You must move on with your stray.

You’re a nice friend but you cannot stay,

Not in this house anyway.

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But perhaps in my own one day.

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Peninsula in the rain,

Of flower gardens misty,

Let me walk your trails again,

Let me return to the sea.

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Blossoming boughs on the wind,

Always remind me of you.

Bless me, bless me, I have sinned,

What now do redeemers do?

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Peninsula you’ve never known,

I love you ever so dearly,

As the years I’ve counted have flown,

Please, please, please, believe me.

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A laugh came through the window,

Just the way the wind blows,

And I lay there in the twilight,

Wondering how it’d be tonight.

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No idea how, no idea where,

This pretty music on the air.

Before I sleep like a lump of coal,

It wafts, a lullaby echo.

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Los Angeles is closing down,

I’m in my loft above the town,

Lights come on in Beverly Hills,

The water glows; the glasses fill.

Looking down upon your streets,

Los Angeles, one day we’ll meet.

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And some time later I awoke,

In the dark morning no one spoke,

The guard at the gate lit up a smoke,

My hand was numb; my watch was broke.

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And a girl passed by beneath the trees,

Going home in the moonlit breeze,

Perchance to hear, perchance to see,

Fortuitous opportunity.

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Los Angeles is closing down,

I’m in my loft above the town,

Lights come on in Beverly Hills,

The water glows; the glasses fill.

Looking down upon your streets,

Los Angeles, one day we’ll meet.

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Oh cold and snowy wind,

Down from the northern sea,

Come break and tear and rend,

At my door all night if need be.

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For there is a kiss in waiting,

From a girl in another time,

And words overdue for stating,

In your tempest that I may find.

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Oh cold and snowy wind,

Sing through the dark, naked wood,

Sing of the wound I cannot mend,

Sing of fields in which I once stood.

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For your voice is all I have left,

To call back fond memories,

To a place otherwise bereft,

Oh cold, snowy wind of the sea.

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I went for a walk at midnight,

Under trees bare and dry as bone;

Into the downtown Christmas lights,

I went for a walk alone.

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Wind rushing through the garish eaves,

Carried with it the year’s first snow;

A clock rang out the time I’d need,

If I felt I should take things slow.

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I walked by windows of gold,

I passed under awnings fluttered;

Through the ghosts of stories untold,

In alleys of old doors shuttered.

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I walked for want to be listless,

And the streets were as cold as stone;

One windy night near Christmas,

I went for a walk alone.

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I followed a pixie princess,

Deep into a rainy wood.

I followed a pixie princess,

Not knowing for whether I should.

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Her chest was a fragile curve,

Her hair hung moist with dew;

I approached her with daunted nerve,

As she knelt by spring waters blue.

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She drew in a startled sigh,

Fast as a silver coin palmed,

And a light glowed in her eyes,

And she let out the breath becalmed.

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I followed a pixie princess,

Through a forest of wind and rain;

And with her soft kiss I confess,

I can never be kissed again.

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In an April cantata she went away,

Her love, unchained, let go;

And the leaves behaved as petals of snow,

On the wind, the wind, the sweet rainy wind.

I did nothing but watch that day.

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In an April cantata she went away,

Left love I no more understand,

The love as a gift I never could hand,

‘Cross desk, the desk, the chiseled brown desk.

I did nothing but watch that day.

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Sing forth from your garden of gray,

Oh seamstress sing if you will,

A carol or dirge that speaks of some purge.

I did nothing but watch that day,

On the wind, ‘cross the desk, with a gift.

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We once heard an April cantata,

That kept all our sadness at bay.

We once heard an April cantata,

And in it she went away.

Afterword

Whoa boy!

Where to start with this one? The beginning, I guess—except I can’t remember the beginning. It happened sometime during the early 90s, not long after I started doing short stories (short stories that bombed, one after the next, with the poor publishers of countless small literary magazines—but hey publishers, I’m still around, while your magazines are not). Robert Frost was the first poet whose work I really loved. From him I jumped to people like Elizabeth Barret Browning and A.E. Housman and W.H. Auden. Frost, however, remained my constant. I wanted to write poetry like him, and if I couldn’t do that, I didn’t want to write poetry at all.

Well, as you’ve already guessed, I’m not Robert Frost. Not even close. If wishes were horses and all that. My poems of the 90s were terrible. The ones you read here…a little better. A little. I wanted more though. I still do. My work rarely satisfies me completely. All the time, I go back and tweak things. These poems were all tweaked before making it to Secluded Worlds. You can find more raw versions on Wattpad, if you like, but I hope what came here is better.

Most were written in bed. I snuggled under the covers with a notebook and an idea, wrote a line, snuggled again, wrote another line, and so on and so forth. Poetry, for me, is like that. You’re in bed with a pretty girl, giving her all the love you have. And believe me, those kisses better be deep. And those sweet promises you whisper? Better mean every single word.

I certainly meant everything in this collection. A lot of it is about the things I miss: snow, solitude, my dog. And yes, a girl I once knew.

Thank you for reading. Please leave a review if you have time. You have no idea what feedback—even negative feedback (so long as it’s constructive)—does for an author. Too often us Indie folk feel ignored. Don’t let E.L. James be the only one of us who makes it big, because dear Lord, is she terrible (so much for constructive feedback).

All right. Enough of my rambling. Stay real, stay cool, and stay loose.

—Tag Cavello, May, 2017

Tag Cavello was born in Norwalk, Ohio, in 1971. Today he lives in Manila, Philippines, with his wife and two young daughters.

Other Works by Tag Cavello:

Double Dutch and Other Stories

Regions of Passion

Crystal Grader

Splattered

The Breakfast Tart Princess

All works available for free at Shakespir.com

Blog: Oldstonecorridor.wordpress.com

Twitter: notc1971

Instagram: tagcavello

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Cover: The Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition (1914-1917)


Secluded Worlds

A collection of short poems by author Tag Cavello, written over the past five years or so. Read for a journey through snow and ice, solitude and remembrance. Close your eyes. Let the wind blow and the snow fall. These poems were written for escape to cooler places.

  • ISBN: 9781370866069
  • Author: Tag Cavello
  • Published: 2017-05-26 11:20:09
  • Words: 3157
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