Matthew Holloway Poems

My loves sonnet
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My love is an unwritten sonnet
an ode to the greatest beauty
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Waiting on a spring sun
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yesterday was overcast
while a chill remained present
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What am I writing
I flit from love to death
To nature and politics
The subject matter differs
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I have not bathed
I have not rose
From my bed I lay
In silent prose
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Where beauty lays
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Where beauty lays
Peaceful in her sleep
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With as much fanfare
As could possibly be expected
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This is where dreams come to die
In pale sunlight of mourning
Where thought concedes all
A surrender of the night begins
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Dare I court death
In a line of verse
What is it I seek
Truth of the soul
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take flight, take flight
little bird, fly away
far from the barren branches
stripped by winters hand
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the street lamps pass
in glowing orbs, micro stars
a blur of amber against the night
which almost seems endless
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