David Whalen Poems

‘Tis frail I am
And grown so thin
Tossed casually about now
By wisps of wind
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Yea, I shall be the first
Yet legions will follow
In my wake
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Do we create dreams…
Or is our waking state the
Truth that it seems?
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“Those are people”
Gasped the woman at my side
“No, surely not”
I confidently replied
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Don’t it feel good
When you rise in the morn
Sippin’ your cofffee
Feeling the sun on your face?
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A heavenly hint
And scent…
Of blue and white clover
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Though I’m now quite old myself
And mom’s only
a warm memory
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It’s easy to write
Poetry What’s not easy
Is to write it right
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Wind whispers through fingers
of ebony black pinions
Head cocked to watch me
as he drifts past my eyes
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