John Tansey Poems

Is a boy with a kite,
Who, catching the wind
like a winged gull,
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Like a wild Stallion
that wont be saddled, spitting the bit,
I bucked and threw every rider
galloping toward the infinite open....
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“Empty Nest”


With the boy’s room, draped in white sheets
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Even when I was young,
societies rising sun,
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Brisk, this cold October wind,
pruning husks of brown-balled leaves
into effigies of Autumn's wane,
sweeps with besom broom
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It was not your presence,
rather its absence
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I lived beneath my children,
For a brief but harried time.

Yet, I knew solace that winter,
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Engaged,
plotting marriage,
I nodded,
while looking through you
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Everywhere I go,
I am surrounded by ghosts.

They are very lonely, like me,
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My love has no edges

it is like a great ripe fruit,
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