Matthew Thomas Donovan
Matthew Thomas Donovan Poems
- The Remarkable Man It always seemed so queer to me That all ...
- My Promise, Unkept Do you remember the fifth of November, ...
- Ebony Fiction Patterns of boats docked on wet sand; oaken ...
- We Live, And We Die If I die before I wake, And the sun is ...
- When I'M Dead When I am laying cold and dead, Do not be ...
- Jewels Of The Poor There is blackness in the sky Intersected...
- Osprey Meadows Two notes were caught in the breeze, Their ...
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Like the flowers who grew out of
your stolen matter,
I'm just a friendly reminder of the past,
one who remembers you and laughs
at memories we'll never share again
Speak the Word, by M.T. Donovan
Ashes rise from fires they lightReading Water, by M.T. Donovan
as the world finds itself
in its midnight hours;
dusty flowers, those blackened clothes,
brush the air like gentle coughs
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The Remarkable Man
It always seemed so queer to me
That all man’s life is like a flea’s
That comes and falls to springly flowers
And ticks away upon all hours
Remarkable is not a word
That comes to mind to be unheard
When speaking of humanity
But I ask, “What of sanity? ”
Are we not things upon a rock?
Of transcendent reason that we mock
To be ended, and born, a flock
With seconds ticking on our clock
Yet I can’t help but humbly see
Man’s place in this eternity
Of hopes and wishes unfulfilled
But dreams for such grounds to be tilled