Mary Havran Poems

Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
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Might I interest you
in a poem of 42
where the answer to everything may be found
There color can be heard
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I may be an artist with brush of skill
I may be a musician rare of thrill
Possessed of voice sweeter than my pen
I may sculpt in clay now and again
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Today I met a woman
Who died four years ago
She spoke to me for hours
As though she knew my soul
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What hand
turned the wheel
threw this pot
shaped the clay?
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There is
no protection
now the wind
may hurry through bare
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Though I have only experimented with it briefly, I am a believer in ‘Lucid Dreaming’
Do you ever create poetry in your dreams? Or do you perhaps compose music?
Do you solve complex problems? Or have you ever thought up a joke?
I have done all of the above and of course many more entertaining things.
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If I should greet you with a grin
It hardly expresses all that’s within
If I should extend an open hand
It barely tells you where we stand
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War visits
too many places
traces blood markings
upon too many generations
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You and I each noticed the other
because of silly words
and witty banter
displayed in a chat room
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