Don Pearson Poems

(For my mother, who taught me about sonnets)

He slept and in his dream a Word arose.
That comforted the weak, the poor, the maimed.
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These walls may look forbidding
You may think they are for you.
But darkness fills this building.
The wind is blowing through.
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I can see patterns in the waves
and dancing particles
as well as most people.
I see the sun
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When Christ in Dawlish walked one rainy morn
He offered to the seagulls broken bread.
The waterfowl and rats alike he fed.
Soon, people gathered to him on the Lawn.
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(for Jean Whitlam, Exeter Bridge Club)

Welcome to our bridge club.
We are Hetty and Kate.
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Meeting

We are friends, I think,
Meeting every so often, or less.
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A butterfly sips -
After darkness has fallen
I miss the shadows.
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(For Chanté Mathurin)

The day I met Chanté,
The rain glistened in the road
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(For Wendy)

There was a day,
A Thursday,
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As we evolve, again,
become supportive friends,
neither dismiss
nor bring unsummoned
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