David Whalen Poems

The eye sees
What the mind
Perceives as so
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Tis the sight and the sound
of birds that enthralls me
They give my mind sustenance
And substance to see
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The Quiet focus of the mind
Is From whence imaginations rise

Imagination of starlit creation
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Like a mist above a verdant pasture
bitter cold fog oer’ cold northern sea

Like mayflies dancing above a placid Kentucky river
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Into…

Depthless grief,
boundless wonder
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Tangled locks of auburn hair
Tresses strewn o’er satin pillow

Silken sheets cool to the skin
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It’s not the way that
the cookie crumbles that matters….
Nor more important is where
the cookie crumbs scatters
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Father’s day.
I like this day.
This is a day
When my kids
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You change…so do places
You get older…as places do too
You look about for familiar faces
But only memory’s ghost looks back at you
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Six A. M...morning cuppa coffee
Same old people…same old place

Morning s greeting’s, sleepily carefree
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