Tag: Love
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The Receding Shore
The last time I walked out to you beyond the receding shore, The sand dissolved: fell away beneath my feet, The waves overtopped my bobbing head, My arms finally raised : a flailing reverse swan dive… And so now once more I am over drowned. I can only wait for you to be given up…
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The Sorry Door
When I opened that door marked sorry I never expected nor knew there’d be recriminations despite my persistent contrition. And when I entered each punishment Became an extra judicial banishment Despite my promises to do better I lost what I thought was a progressing love. Then there was that last time. I still am sorry.…
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The Breeze : It is she
Hers is the breeze that whispers to the trees, sieving the sunlight through the green leaves.
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The Jigsaw Puzzle of Grief
Grief is like a box, as was told to me, which is true, and also not so true. In my box lives yet another jigsaw puzzle: like the ones given me, in hospital as a boy. An occupation to consume the time, hundreds of pieces first scattered, on the silver arched bed table, Next drawn…
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i hope this email finds you well
https://andrewwhalanpoet.substack.com/p/i-hope-this-email-finds-you-well?sd=pf
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The Deinfatuation
I love you, she said. And I sighed. But I’m not in love with you. And I cried. Finally at last our hearts have met, Now she’s finally deinfatuated: just like me. Now I thought we can love first imperfectly, Creating for each a space of safety, Drawing each other outwards and towards, Each other…
