Matthew Thomas Donovan


Matthew Thomas Donovan Poems

1. We Dream 2/18/2013
2. Regret 2/18/2013
3. My Last Words 3/17/2013
4. A Bitter Frost 5/11/2013
5. The Faces In The Crowd 9/25/2013
6. Waiting For Deliverance 10/9/2013
7. Speaking Tongues 11/4/2013
8. The Train 12/23/2013
9. Ulysses 2/6/2014
10. Speak The Word 3/30/2014
11. A Passing Thought In Calgary 3/30/2014
12. It Is What It Is 4/28/2014
13. Desert Music 10/2/2014
14. The Sun Falls West 10/2/2014
15. Waiting For Deliverance, Act 2 10/3/2014
16. Moving Pictures 10/23/2014
17. Reading Water 4/8/2014
18. Osprey Meadows 1/4/2014
19. Jewels Of The Poor 5/16/2013
20. We Live, And We Die 8/22/2013
21. Ebony Fiction 4/20/2014
22. My Promise, Unkept 8/17/2013
23. The Remarkable Man 5/11/2013
Best Poem of Matthew Thomas Donovan

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

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My Last Words

As I stand there in a makeshift gallery it becomes increasingly obvious that no-one's looking at the 'art.' The paintings just kind of hang there on the walls, unnoticed by the chattering crowds.
I realize the futility of it all, the foolishness of wearing my heart on my sleeve, only to be washed over by the corners of uninterested eyes.
My life is a decoration; imagine a sad little insect wriggling on the wall, stuck into place with a pin.

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