kendall thomas Poems

The rain is falling through the leaves.
I open my window to hear the drops.
They say to me that love comes
with a broken heart;
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she spent her life kneading dough
but her heart billowed like a sail as
her eyes followed the gilt-framed eagle
over the windy crest
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What shall I do now?
Follow the sun from its rising
into the valley far below
or shall I climb higher
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I hear your repeated syllable
of loneliness and despair
come across this ploughed meadow
as I search for arrowheads.
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Where is that dream time of youth and wonder
when all the waking avenues of life seemed open before me
and bejeweled skies beckoned in that august dawn?
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I am the wind whispering of eternity.
I am silence.
I am the junkie on the street corner.
I am the moralist who condemns.
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A white rustic church with spire
sits in the twilight by the side of the road
as if a toy in some child's playset
where I used to go
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I remember an image,
a walk along a beach,
early,
sun just rising out of the ocean,
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I looked into
the magician's bag of tricks,
but that was my mistake.
Thereafter, I could not
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There must be a place in Heaven
where God keeps files of unanswered prayers.
But, like a clever politician,
he keeps the answered ones on his desk,
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