D A Phinney Poems

Soft the cloud that
O're the gentle rose
Rains down, as down
So gentle in repose
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The crystal-eyed illusion man
makes shadows fall behind
As all along the fortress wall
the watchers see the blind
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Time is a pretense which haunts the mind
With past recollections of words and events
Presumed to exist because we once were so
Configured, involved, that a separate kind
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Fell into a wakeful dream
Space was some space time
Time was sometimes space
I ran down the years
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Lying in bed I sing slow songs
into the microphone of your ear
Knowing you're too busy filing to
really listen
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Fear is the night enveloping our souls
We light a billion candle watts to display our courage
We travel from enclave to enclave
Pretending we are the Sun's children
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If you could go back and start all over
How much would you change and how much would you keep
How much would you trade of what you are
For what you could have been
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Those silences.
Those cracks in the even flow of conversation.
They split paragraphs, then sentences,
Finally opening up between the words themselves.
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Crow hunches blackly, wetly shivers
Against white winter's frozen grip

And wings forlornly in useless swoops
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Loves and hearts are offered up
In poetry as pure.
Had I but such to give away
You'd certainly demure,
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