Sean Joyce Poems

Endeavor to sever
the call of the wild
Lean into the crevice
not out to the void
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Voices calling in the early morning
so we jump up and getting dressed
rush to tall wide windows
that overlook the bay
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They are gone forever
those days that seemed to go on forever.
And as I lie awake
in the twilight of the morning
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She had to choose between Michael and the boys
and the memory of her father.
But there was more to it than that.
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The Enemy Kept Coming and We……

We had broken the roads
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Sixty now
but also
every age
it took to get here.
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A smiling child on a clattering tram
looking out at the traffic lights
She wore a big daft hat at an angle
and her nose against the glass
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Wretched, displaced, childhood truncated
'miss my friends and the rain on the rocks
sullen anger is a miserable defence
I'm crying in the spoils of the empire
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Too young to work
I sat by the window and waited
while the clock ticked.
I looked to the road
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Trust me
I am here.
For you
I am here.
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