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Seán Mac Falls May 2014
In the moonless night,
Under sky of endless stars,
Ricebowl spills on floor.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Mornings and evenings  .  .  .
Numberless eyes close— open,
  .  .  .  Flashes of magic.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Dull grey starlings come,
Parade on gardens not won,
  .  .  .  Never too soon— gone.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Her eyes blinding me,
Milky way of her body,
  .  .  .  There is a heaven.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Winters without her—
Snow on boughs of old fir tree,
  .  .  .  Weight of empty arms.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Winters without her—
Snow on boughs of old fir tree,
  .  .  .  Weight of empty arms.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Heron above pond—
Sun stroked frogs lust for water,
  .  .  .  These are leaps of faith.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
She pulled her hair back,
Stars glinting in light of day,
  .  .  .  Freckles in the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Hazel nuts, brown leaves,
They fly in formation, last reign—
Blue drops, summer sky.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Seabird tracks in sand,
End where mine begin, as tides—
Make both disappear.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Juvenile circus  .  .  .
Cuts, manic, ego, boyfriends,
  .  .  .  Trending on HP.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Britain has few trees  .  .  .
Fools bespoke: Lord cut them down,
  .  .  .  Ecological disaster.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Each spring miracle  .  .  .
Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts,
  .  .  .  Holey hands of leaves.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Florida just reeks  .  .  .
Plenty of mindless ***** there,
  .  .  .  Must place to retire.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Old cherry tree beams—
Wind shudders through dark branches,
  .  .  .  White petals falling.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Her softness all gone,
Grave night slowly bearing down,
  .  .  .  Pillows my barrow.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Before man was tree,
Babel bodied giants branch,
With celestial hands.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Before man was tree,
Babel bodied giants branch,
With celestial hands.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Mute jungle spells end  .  .  .
Death is written in the sands,
  .  .  .  Pause of Jaguar.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
If bright beauty reigns  .  .  .
Why is this world made ugly
  .  .  .  With homeless encamped?
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
True love comes but once,
In lone fields, strange emergence,
  .  .  .  When meteors hit.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Little tawny birds,
Spring down gusty to build nests,
  .  .  .  Fall before the leaves.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Frail American dream,
Dead light, alive at night— proof,
For Schrödinger's cat.
Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment, sometimes described as a paradox, devised by Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger in 1935. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects, resulting in a contradiction with common sense. The scenario presents a cat that might be alive or dead, depending on an earlier random event.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Fuzzy— buzz of wings,
Ruby throated hummingbirds,
Strings of theory sing.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
HP sycophants   .  .  .
Why would someone prop up hacks?        
  .  .  . Idiots praising.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Her lips misty moist  .  .  .
Spring bursting purple lilacs,
  .  .  .  Ripe aureolas.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Flies above the fish  .  .  .
All stillness on the lost pond,
  .  .  .  Until water breaks.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Flies above the fish  .  .  .
All stillness on the lost pond,
  .  .  .  Until water breaks.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Two prideful lovers—
In cold lips empty chamber,
  .  .  .  Words wait to be said.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Love in the garden—
Made blooms now faded in dirt,
Empty hands unwashed.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Love in the garden—
Made blooms now faded in dirt,
Empty hands unwashed.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Love in the garden—
Made blooms now faded in dirt,
Empty hands unwashed.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Early wake, goodbyes,
Gentle breeze, soft breath of her,
Morning hearts beating.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Summer school breaking,
Loosed children swirl, wild at play,
  .  .  .  Flowers swim in fields.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Her lips, coffee, milk,
Scrambled omelet skin and toast,
First breakfast in bed.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Gift of sun sinking,
Lake water gleams, at piers end—
Two chairs were waiting.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Her rain of freckles,
Golden prints of lover sun,
Left me in sprinkles.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
She was cold iron—
I smelled in her blood, elixir,
What made stars explode.
Massive stars go supernova when iron is fused. Iron is the final and heaviest element in the fusion process in stars. The core becomes heavy and cannot contract any more, the core collapses, rebounds of the surface and the star explodes as a type II supernova.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Exploding flowers—
Maid earth stemming to the skies,
  .  .  .  Insects' point of view.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Truth once singular  .  .  .
Mucked all up with politics,
  .  .  .  In cowl of falsehoods.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Rain falls in garden,
Little drops of tawny warmth,
A downpour of birds.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Rain falls in garden,
Little drops of tawny warmth,
A downpour of birds.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Rain falls in garden,
Little drops of tawny warmth,
A downpour of birds.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Little Morrigan  .  .  .
Crow still flies in my embrace,
My arms have your back.
The Morrígan ("phantom queen") or Mórrígan ("great queen"), also written as Morrígu or in the plural as Morrígna, and spelt Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain in Modern Irish, is a figure from Irish mythology who appears to have been considered a goddess, although she is not explicitly referred to as such in the texts.

The Morrígan is a goddess of battle, strife, and sovereignty. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster cycle she also takes the forms of an eel, a wolf and a cow.
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