I stood and watched as here they fell, some jumped freely thinking this life was hell, mixed up feelings within their head, lost to the river the floating dead, memories remain with those bereft, all were loved before here they left, on moonlight beams you can hear their song, in death there is no right…
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Maire Morrissey-Cummins – Lakeside Dreams (Written in Westfield Park)
Lakeside Dreams . Dusk by the lakeside, Waters gently lap the shore. A breeze weaves through tall reeds, To dance amid soft mountain shadows. . A strawberry moon rises, Behind a copse of Oak, Rolling smoky skies. . In the hush of midnight, Bare branches reach to the stars, Weaving the falling darkness, Into a…
A Revealing Absence
On the outskirts, Warehouse boulevard. Sales, Only a fool would let it go. . Quick to grab, Life seems all a hurry. . A chat? No. Product information. . Like eating only for nutrition, An awareness of absence. . A longing to go to Sean’s, On the corner, And asking how his father is. –
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