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Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
I stack the round stones
From the river, my sculpture grows—
Crow will knock it down.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
I stack the round stones
From the river, my sculpture grows—
Crow will knock it down.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Huge cumulus clouds,
Exploding into the blue,
Shadowed by raven.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Magic flash— her hair,
Deepest red by candlelight,
Forgotten sunset.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Magic flash— her hair,
Deepest red by candlelight,
Forgotten sunset.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Magic flash— her hair,
Deepest red by candlelight,
Forgotten sunset.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Face of the fallen  .  .  .
Morning after our parting,
  .  .  .  Full moon in daylight.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Lamb, what will it take,
Before you see guillotines,
Wait, outside of mass.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
So called poets want  .  .  .
All sweet visions worth knowing,
  .   .  .  Never seeing truth.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Poems too subtle,
For hideous morons taste,
Get a life moocher.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Cold swans bleed on lake,
Heart of one red fox beating,
  .  .  .  Blood spilling on snows.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Cold swans bleed on lake,
Heart of one red fox beating,
  .  .  .  Blood spilling on snows.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Sad fame seeker blows,
Bellows to himself on fire,
  .  .  .  No bright sparks, just wind.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
I caress her neck—
Holey body makes me whole,
Sound strings attached.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Red lips, rung red hair,
Colours of war conquering—
Red eyes of mine bleed.
Boudica alternative spelling: Boudicca, also known as Boadicea and known in (d. AD 60 or 61) was queen of the British Iceni tribe who led an uprising against the occupying forces of the Roman Empire.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Lovers soon regretted,
Who had words in a dark field,
Black and low as crow.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Whispers of angels—
Muffled wings implode landing,
Lawn littered with birds.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
I remembered her—
Voice, soft, warm summer water,
First breeze ever felt.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
I remembered her—
Voice, soft, warm summer water,
First breeze ever felt.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Sol winds seed Gaia,
Ritual of twining breaths,
Lovers unspoken bond.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Olympian flame—
What heights I climbed to know her,
Clouds in my blue eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Olympian flame—
What heights I climbed to know her,
Clouds in my blue eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Joy after party—
How she could light up the room,
Evening dress falling.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Joy after party—
How she could light up the room,
Evening dress falling.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Sun beams in finery  .  .  .
Heaven and earth enthroned,
White sky, white mountains.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
After autumn storm  .  .  .
Red and golden leaves threaded,
  .  .  .  Floating on sun pond.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Neocons— like bees,
Puritan values in hives,
So many good drones.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Through grinds of coffee,
Saw each other for first time,
  .  .  .  Eyes *******.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Making love at dawn,
Mist, caress, mellow sadness,
Mourning doves cooing.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Soldiers with crosses,
Pretty graveyards everywhere,
  .  .  .  Christian legacy.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Hazel tree, long breeze,
Young tendril branches stretching,
Woman combing hair.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Willow tree, billows—
Long leaves falling as water,
.  .  .  falls into water.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Flowers burst in joy,
Confetti of Butterflies,
Petals in the sky.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Flowers burst in joy,
Confetti of Butterflies,
Petals in the sky.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Fairground cherry trees,
Childrens' pink balloons popping,
  .  .  .  Windy petals burst.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Ancient tree reaching—
Love rests under gnarled branches,
  .  .  .  Mist over a moor.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Four crows, black on cloud,
Dark, sordid wings parry and ******—
Murdering white skies.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Four crows, black on cloud,
Dark, sordid wings parry and ******—
Murdering white skies.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Birds fly to branches,
Food, shelter, dreams just waiting,
Paradise founded.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Asleep we're dreaming  .  .  .
In our days we are sleeping,
  .  .  .  Dreaming we're asleep.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
My love, positioned,
In the vast blue of oceans,
Navel of the world.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Hearing eyes at night  .  .  .
Sentinel owl gliding strikes—
Mouse under dead leaves.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Hearing eyes at night  .  .  .
Sentinel owl gliding strikes—
Mouse under dead leaves.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Seeing eyes at night  .  .  .
Sentinel owl gliding strikes—
Mouse under dead leaves.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Garden dragonfly  .  .  .
Eye of morning sun rises,
  .  .  .  Ear and mind startled.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Exquisite torments,
Her body, voice, my leaving—
Freedom above all.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Exquisite torments,
Her body, voice, my leaving—
Freedom above all.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Exquisite torments,
Her body, voice, my leaving—
Freedom above all.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Song of man over,
Canary already dead,
Mother Earth sings now.
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