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Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Bounders drawing lines,
Last days lowered like a boom—
Chalk of rising moon.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Bounders drawing lines,
Last days lowered like a boom—
Chalk of rising moon.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Pyro maniacs—
Weird climate change deniers,
  .  .  .  Too stupid to live.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Before lightning strike—
White smoke and roll of thunder,
  .  .  .  Heron in the night.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Peacocks on HP  .  .  .
Are not birds, yet dinosaurs,
Wingless beneath earth.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Peacocks on HP  .  .  .
Are not birds, yet dinosaurs,
Wingless beneath earth.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Just as sun presents  .  .  .
Time saunters on the cool pond,
  .  .  .  Gifts of dreamy swans.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Four raw hemispheres,
Smoky hot worlds colliding—
Lips, poles slip, melting.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Once was a grey man  .  .  .
Spent his days spinning drivel,
  .  .  .  Who once, never was.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Set free in meadow  .  .  .
From her palms a butterfly,
Then— my heart captured.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Will our love grow strong,
As our bodies curl, asking,
  .  .  .  To dream great rivers.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Grey blankets the sky,
Cradled sun is winter rapt,
Life waiting to spring.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Johnny goes to war,
Red snake house republican,
  .  .  .  Now he has no limbs.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall,
Breathlessly waiting.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall,
Breathlessly waiting.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall,
Breathlessly waiting.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall,
Breathlessly waiting.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall,
Breathlessly waiting.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Wheels of wind, snow drifts,
Robes of highest order sway,
  .  .  .  Tibetan plateau.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Wheels of wind, snow drifts,
Robes of highest order sway,
  .  .  .  Tibetan plateau.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Hard rain tapping head  .  .  .
Winter gales come from nowhere,
  .  .  .  What are they saying?
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
We walked in silence,
Into a field after woods,
Suddenly— the moon.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Winter birds gathering—
White sea spray clouding the bay,
  .  .  .  Before the snows come.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Lost days the clearest,
Though blinded I truly saw,
My doom in her eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Beach walking alone.
Never, short as Donegal strands,
Endless— without her.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
White face burns in night  .  .  .
Light of moon slides across lake,
  .  .  .  Spot on loneliness.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Must vanity reign,
To sully music, poetry,
As it falls from sky?
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Beach walking alone.
Never, short as Donegal strands,
Endless— without her.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Beach walking alone.
Never, short as Donegal strands,
Endless— without her.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Beach walking alone.
Never, short as Donegal strands,
Endless— without her.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Forest in morning—
Mellow sun rapt in branches,
  .  .  .  Hair tangled in mine.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Forest in morning—
Mellow sun rapt in branches,
  .  .  .  Hair tangled in mine.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Mellow wafting branches,
Late spring, purple magenta scent,
  .  .  .  Summer in the wind.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Morning of new year  .  .  .
All senses waking up wild,
  .  .  .  First flowers of spring.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
My thirty year friend,
In empty hall one cricket,
  .  .  .  My story to him.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Bull frog in fish pond—
Loud, one day I heard last croak,
Raccoon washing hands.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Bull frog in fish pond—
Loud, one day I heard last croak,
Raccoon washing hands.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Bull frog in fish pond—
Loud, one day I heard last croak,
Raccoon washing hands.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Bull frog in fish pond—
Loud, one day I heard last croak,
Raccoon washing hands.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Cherry trees pale winter,
Slush bark hushed by pink and white,
  .  .  .  Joyous spring formal.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Cold War is over,
Neocon orders his drink—
Saluting *****.
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