Hearts Are Full Of Fields

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You know her angry, critical;
A person certain, full of pride –
But once, there was another her;
From time long past and distance wide —

She loved a boy, who was her heart;
But he, at last, his love denied –
He left her on what should have been
The day that she became a bride

So now you see her as she is,
Someone who always seems outside;
Who keeps her distance from the team,
With comments both acerb and snide

But if you knew her as I do –
The love that never died inside –
You’d know that hearts are full of fields
Where flowers grow
That none
Have spied

(“Hearts Are Full Of Fields” – 6-30-2015)

Lightning On The Lake

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There’s lightning on the lake tonight
The world is dark and wet
This house is full of memory
That I’d as soon forget

With loud crashes of violence
The sky attacks the earth
But can’t drive out the eidolons
To which my mind gives birth

This house protects me from the storm
The wind howls fruitlessly
There’s lightning on the lake tonight
And no one here
But me

(“Lightning On The Lake” – 8-17-2014)

Red and Green

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I married I married an Irish girl
With red red hair and a Celtic name
I traveled I traveled from sea to sea
By bold love to proclaim

I hallowed I hallowed recalescence
The iron the iron it cooled so fast
And left my old heart my gray heart no pretense
And little that would last

She left me she left me one Autumn day
The Irish lass with the red red hair
And the dearg glas cailín from far away
Left with the Samhain air

(“Red and Green” – 11-22-2014)

The Emerald Sea

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He walked out on the blowing sands,
And gazed across the emerald sea,
Forgetting all his other plans.

He walked along in ecstasy,
And all his thoughts were with her full.
He thought it all an augury.

From what might come of his heart’s pull,
He did not know, but hoped for much:
A touching pure, and beautiful.

But oft, illusion’s made of such;
He did not know her heart at all:
Buoyed as he was, with phantom touch.

As witness to her siren call
The sea, the sands, and all his thought
Were frames around his lover’s fall

But though much damage there was wrought
At least, these precious moments bought

(“The Emerald Sea” – 7-3-2015)

again today

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i will be asked again today
how is it you’re not there
i know i won’t know what to say
so i will merely stare

again today, green-gray and clear
the same misjudgment will begin:
that there’s a soul inside this skin
because my body’s here

that there’s a soul inside this skin
because my body’s here

(“again today” – 4-28-2015)

3 Winter Lunes

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Wood smoke hangs heavy
Air can’t move
Still as frozen time

A heart just broken
Finds no peace
Walking winter roads

He left her sitting
She left him
Barely still a man

(“3 Winter Lunes” – 2-23-2014)

The Pines

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Among the pines we walked; we were in love –
The sun was streaming through the boughs above –
Our hands were clasped together by our sides
Out in the place where happiness resides

And even breathing did intoxicate
Us, stopping constantly, to share a kiss;
The moments between moments seemed so great –
The shining sun looked down on all of this

Just peeking through the pines to see us there –
Two soon-doomed lovers, as he knew we were:
So thoughtlessly we wandered, me and her,
Two lovers in the morning forest air

And though, this sonnet now, I may enshrine:
He pines the most, who lives but to repine

(“The Pines” – 7-21-2015)