David Whalen Poems

A gaze within
A look without

At a blur of a throng
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Leave me in the cool tall grass
With my back against a tree

Tilt my head back a bit
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No longer am I…
Someone’s valentine

And no longer…
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Oil on troubled water
Grease on squeaky wheel

Quiet as a mouse am I
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An ol’ buddy proudly showed me
his new hearing aid

And advised me to invest in
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Will this be
The last Spring
I see?
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When will Winter leave?
Frost and ice, …no longer nice!
When will Spring return? ? ?
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A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights
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Empty space, time and dimensions
A place Where clocks have no value
and time no meaning
A place in the mind
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