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Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Drops fall in fountain—
Rings say we will soon be wed,
Soft rain in her eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
White homeland cottage,
Dust forever gathering—
Darkness follows sun.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Autumn stirs garden—
Last frog croaks, deer nostrils wet,
  .  .  .  Two breaths, one season.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Tabby cat in yard—
Petals and thorns, creeping rose,
  .  .  .  Tiger in the grass.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Path of right angles,
Two observers, in field with wine,
Faint stars moving strange.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Only good ****-head,
Who votes republican, wants—
The devil to win.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
We rested by sea  .  .  .
Before sun she closed her eyes,
  .  .  .  Sunset came early.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Circle strands of life  .  .  .
Ocean sprays bones risen,
  .  .  .  Open conches nest.
From Wikipedia:

" . . . It has since become clear, however, that the uncertainty principle is inherent in the properties of all wave-like systems, and that it arises in quantum mechanics simply due to the matter wave nature of all quantum objects. . . "

Shankha (Sanskrit: शंख Śaṇkha, pronounced [ˈɕəŋkʰə]) is a conch shell which is of ritual and religious importance in both Hinduism and Buddhism. The shankha is the shell of a species of large predatory sea snail, Turbinella pyrum, which lives in the Indian Ocean.

In Hinduism, the shankha is a sacred emblem of the Hindu preserver god Vishnu. It is still used as a trumpet in Hindu ritual, and in the past was used as a war trumpet.

Shankha's significance is traced to the nomadic times of the animists who used the sound emanating from this unique shell to drive away evil demons of whom they were scared.  The same is still believed in Hinduism.  Over the centuries, the shankha was adopted as one of the divine symbols of Hinduism.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Winter snow hares gone,
Hunger rules— just giant goose,
Stooping white falcon.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Stalking heron wades,
Fishes, frogs, muddy eyes breeze,
Killer among reeds.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Fire flies at night—
Man spins in dark galaxies,
God's numberless eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Fire flies at night—
Man spins in dark galaxies,
God's numberless eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Fire flies at night—
Man spins in dark galaxies,
God's numberless eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Fire flies at night—
Man spins in dark galaxies,
God's numberless eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
An Undine is a water nymph or water spirit, the elemental of water. They are usually found in forest pools and waterfalls. They have beautiful voices, which are sometimes heard over the sound of water. According to some legends, Undines cannot get a soul unless they marry a man and bear him a child. This aspect has led them to be a popular motif in romantic and tragic literature.
In 18th-century Scotland, Undines were also referred to as the wraiths of water. Even then, they were not feared as other wraiths such as the kelpie.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
An Undine is a water nymph or water spirit, the elemental of water. They are usually found in forest pools and waterfalls. They have beautiful voices, which are sometimes heard over the sound of water. According to some legends, Undines cannot get a soul unless they marry a man and bear him a child. This aspect has led them to be a popular motif in romantic and tragic literature.
In 18th-century Scotland, Undines were also referred to as the wraiths of water. Even then, they were not feared as other wraiths such as the kelpie.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Mother seas conquered,
Now, man at war with himself,
  .  .  .  Labyrinth of the shell.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Keats' love, Blake's horror,
Awful symmetry— beauty,
Blinding as the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Keats' love, Blake's horror,
Awful symmetry— beauty,
Blinding as the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Memories smoulder,
Cold searing flame never doused,
Burning touch of her.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
She— light years away,
We speak without inflections,
  .  .  .  Split infinities.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
She— light years away,
We speak without inflections,
  .  .  .  Split infinities.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Queen bee said to flower:
'They know there is no true love,'
  .  .  .  Sad contrarians.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
Love has turned black.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
Love has turned black.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
Love has turned black.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
Love has turned black.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
White of sky blooming—
Little clouds from heaven fall,
Snow geese land on lake.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
White of sky blooming—
Little clouds from heaven fall,
Snow geese land on lake.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Babes wide eyed dreams,
Shifting sands— all assumption,
  .  .  .  Bedrock of science.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Our unbraiding love  . . .
Fingers no longer twining,
  .  .  .  Cats cradle broken.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Tethered to mobile  .  .  .
Younglings cling to deep nothings,
  .  .  .  Stationary dead.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Day flowers open  .  .  .
At night close into themselves,
  .  .  .  As my heart remains.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Trail of words we rode,
Never talk of days to come,
  .  .  .  Now I walk alone.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
After our row  .  .  .
In the still night clouds bursting,
  .  .  .  Rain spoke for us both.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
We buried our smiles—
Placed flowers in old garden,
   .  .  .  Colours fade like rust.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Younger days over,
She and I, what tapestry,
Innocence loomed.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Younger days over,
She and I, what tapestry,
Innocence loomed.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
She said she loved him,
Making plans on mobile phones,
One foot out the door.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
She said she loved him,
Making plans on mobile phones,
One foot out the door.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Naked bodies— blind,
Spark of ******, fingers light,
Eyes closed, lips seeing.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Worst, God-awful smell,
Ultra conservatives reek—
With stench of money.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Kings of HP reek,
Spewing their lame doggerel,
  .  .  .  As subtle as ****.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Harsh words stained our hearts,
Babes, once joyous Gods now mad,
.  .  .  Rains tearing the sky.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
We walk by the shores,
Sun in her waving hair fires—
Jealous lake waters.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
We walk by the shores,
Sun in her waving hair fires—
Jealous lake waters.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Little flower tips  .  .  .
Red berries, green holly woods,
  .  .  .  Brittle as ever.
Holly berries cause vomiting and diarrhea. They are especially dangerous in cases involving accidental consumption by children attracted to the bright red berries.  Ingestion of over 20 berries may be fatal to children.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Her steps into house  .  .  .
In small rooms always the sound,
  .  .  .  The sound of leaving.
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