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Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
I planted kisses  .  .  .
After tears my gift watered,
  .  .  .  Flowers for flower.
#love
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
She and I grew old  .  .  .
We kept vigil in great vales,
Green mountains turned white.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Before winter comes,
Blistering— beauty so bright,
  .  .  .  Cold grey is the veil.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
One fence post taller—
Holds round black moons full of death,
Silent wings falling.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
One fence post taller—
Holds round black moons full of death,
Silent wings falling.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
One fence post taller—
Holds round black moons full of death,
Silent wings falling.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Outside is great cave  .  .  .
Coal mines exploding the skies,
  .  .  .  Canaries long dead.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Touching the ocean,
Edge of creation— her skin,
Fingers in the sands.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Pin points strewn and loosed,
Veil of night punctured by stars,
  .  .  .  Immortal eyes shining.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Obedient lambs,
Religious, right wing morons,
Canon fodder dream.
Seán Mac Falls May 2012
Frogs moaning, owls cry,
Trout snaps, humming bees, birdlings—
Valley morning song.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
In the noonday heat  .  .  .
We open blinds, light water,
  .  .  .  My turn soaping her.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Raven haired woman—
Bathes in lake with sinking moon,
Black swan drowning light.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Raven haired woman—
Bathes in lake with sinking moon,
  .  .  .  Black swan drowning light.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Raven haired woman—
Bathes in lake with sinking moon,
Black swan drowning light.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Raven haired woman—
Bathes in lake with sinking moon,
Black swan drowning light.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Moon, low, moans in sky,
Sun is blood, shot over forests—
Red, burning leaves grieve.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Dry world without her,
Tepid joy evaporates—
  .  .  .  Unwashed silences.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Moon, low, moans in sky,
Sun is blood, shot over forests—
Red, burning leaves grieve.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
My tears fall like leaves  .  .  .
In windy autumn she left—
  .  .  .  Old oaks cry with me.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Lilies bloom in sun—
In the stillness of summer,
  .  .  .  Swans till the water.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
With eyes looking up  .  .  .
That was when whole life began,
  .  .  .  The first day we met.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
We can't make life start  .  .  .
Save two beings joined in love,
  .  .  .  Nor stop life ending.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
All the world a light—
Little heads turning with sun,
  .  .  .  Flowers in the fields.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Patterns of insight—
Whole universe spotted lights,
One great Rorschach test.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Driveway of grave stones,
Army of orange poppies—
  .  .  .  Little flags victorious.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Little divine pond—
Preyers wheel, flyers catch, drone,
  .  .  .  Water lilies open.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Spot of wildflowers,
Little pieces of heaven,
  .  .  .  End of the rainbow.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
With ominous eyes—
Her face spoke a word unknown,
  .  .  .  Then she walked away.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Little sprites— giants,
Bumble bee and lupine spree,
  .  .  .  Colourful tall tales.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Sea town from the bluff,
Early autumn snow flakes fly—
Sailboats ply the harbour.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Sea town from the bluff,
Early autumn snow flakes fly—
  .  .  .  Sailboats ply harbour.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Day I lost myself—
Shining world found in one place,
First embrace of her.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Day I lost myself—
Shining world found in one place,
First embrace of her.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Youth spins out of dream  .  .  .
Children are made as they play,
  .  .  .  In green leaves of grass.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Sweet sylvan birdbath,
Crows leave bones— pure waters taint,
  .  .  .  Machiavellian.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Right wing ****-wads rule,
Freaks shall inherit the spent earth,
  .  .  .  What is left of it.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Loudly oily crows  .  .  .
Craning, walk prehistoric,
  .  .  .  Shining in the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2012
River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
All set for bluebirds  .  .  .
Freshly painted bird houses,
  .  .  .  Sparrows moving in.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Morn shine rise painting,
Wild poppies untended,
Dew drops of the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Feathers twitching twigs,
Leaves drop, black cat rustling,
Gnomes in the garden.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Walking with her late,
Fog of days tread— nothingness,
Missed my only dream.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Rings of oak tree light,
Our last words a pyre—
Red leaves are falling.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Love of summer goes,
Two birds toppled faulty nest,
  .  .  .  Fallen leaves bury.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Red hair, sparkles train,
Snow white falling round her steps,
Diamonds from the sky.
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