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Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
He gave her his love,
Salt of her tears— shining gift,
Both heaven and earth.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Long, gloved fingers,
Shocking white in dark forest,
Models of winter.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Birdhouse under eaves,
Sparrows make their yearly nests,
Cat is on the roof.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2012
I stack the round stones
From the river, my sculpture grows—
Crow will knock it down.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Day spent playing blues,
Savage blue notes, pull-off, trills,
Lovely— blue guitar.
A pull-off is a stringed instrument technique performed by plucking a string by "pulling" the string off the fingerboard with one of the fingers being used to fret the note.  Pull-offs are performed on both fretted instruments (e.g., electric guitar) and unfretted instruments (e.g., violin). They are used to sound grace notes, in part because since the string is not picked or bowed again to produce the sound of the second note, the transition from one to the other sounds gentler and less percussive.

The trill (or shake, as it was known from the 16th until the 19th century) is a musical ornament consisting of a rapid alternation between two adjacent notes, usually a semitone or tone apart, which can be identified with the context of the trill.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
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 Aug 2012
Teddy bear, listless,
Alley home, downward spiral,
Fell— off his wagon.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Final words with her—
Plain as endless sky blue days,
  .  .  .  Empty as last kiss.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
I remembered her—
Voice, soft, warm summer water,
First breeze ever felt.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Hazel tree, long breeze,
Young tendril branches stretching,
Woman combing hair.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Willow tree, billows—
Long leaves falling as water,
 .  .  .  falls into water.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Love, like a doorway,
Possibilities, dreams— endless,
Wish open longer.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Four crows, black on cloud,
Dark, sordid wings parry and ******—
Murdering white skies.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Grey, mackerel skies,
Mind wandering, no purpose,
Maybe go fishing?
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Round of twin *******,
Circle thighs, hips, moon bottoms,
The round of my palms.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Red and white roses,
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle,
Filling— empty lot.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Always in hurry,
One day— in circle of cat,
Only pause mouse takes.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Abandoned rail tracks,
Night hiking, no forgetting her—
Largest moon ever.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Tea and cup, ready,
Birds in garden weaving dream,
Kettle wakes, calling.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Out of shell, she broke,
Goddess face, Bottecelli painting—
'The Birth of Venus.'
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Neocon greed—
Old con of fears, intolerance,
Money in the bank.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Universe we know—
God's one grey hair on black head,
All else, dark matter.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Your eyes, flooding me,
Your anger, rousing the skies—
Rain drops with my tears.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Eyes of tigress look—
Her gentle ways gone at night,
Sacred and profane.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Druids in forest,
Ancient, shrouded, eternal,
Stand of golden yew.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2012
Without you, my heart,
Sun is bleeding as it falls,
New moon is broken.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Treasure in forest,
Water dropping crystal beads—
Dew on wild orchids.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Flowers, we both cried,
Because tears were not enough,
Petals cup the rain.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
She sparkled with eyes,
Red flames of vaporous hair,
Fireworks of touch.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Little doe, frisky—
Flash, sparkles at edge of woods,
Irish girl dancing.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Dancing fir trees, pine,
Greener against bluest skies,
Winter wind creeping.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Tang tolling evening,
Smothers fast summer, leaving—
Why must autumn come?
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Black inked letter,
Words shaking on green paper,
Last line read— farewell.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
River stories told,
Marsh reeds, chapters of otters,
Fish tails left on rocks.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Beach walking alone.
Never, short as Donegal strands,
Endless— without her.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Teddy bear alone—
Left in cold, empty alley,
Could use wash and hugs.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Bull frog in fish pond—
Loud, one day I heard last croak,
Raccoon washing hands.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2012
Wild flowers I picked,
Were soon lost, when she arrived—  
Wind took them away.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
I brought her salmon,
Gave her my heart on a plate,
— red fish on fire.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Cloud burst drenching us,
That day, love glistened, laughter—
Caught in a shower.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Cloud burst drenching us,
That day, love glistened, laughter—
Caught in a shower.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Libertarian—
Anarchist on a trust fund,
Somalia dreams.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Hum grows in large field,
Trumpets of heaven overhead—
Flock of swans fly by.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Crow flies in with bone,
To wash one ripped vertebrae,
Scaly feet her hands.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Night, eyes together,
Waking slow with dream on top,
Her hair in my face.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Morning coffee drips,
Soft sun seeping into poems—
Foggy head thinking.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Day is chattering—
Cars lash, kids cry, birds chirping,
Eagle flying silent.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Wings, whirl, blue green psalm,
Collapsed wave function flashes—                                                         ­           
.  .  .  Into existence.
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