Thomas Hooker Poems

There were a few last words
and he was gone, perfectly
free from the inside,
a rhythm finally still,
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The windows are blue and the walls alabaster white,
the torn paper falls silently like snow, littering the ground,
captivity fails to associate words with the manifest.
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The spinning reel burns,
the pole swings
forward, as a line is cast out,
fools troll for lost days found,
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Splendor takes flight,
soaring high on night currents,
setting slumber free,
drifting away on the wings
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To be alive when you read this,
hopefully you are, you know there's
nobody like you, there's a world
to understand, whatever you think
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Achingly desperate,
reaching for words can
seem insatiable,
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The evening was cool and the light favorable,
as we strolled the promenade along the Seine,
the cafes and cathedrals pitch
their aesthetics, while the tourists
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November ghosts rush in
painting loosened leaves
on windy days
you feel the change,
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Fishing days
peaceful clouds,
drifting with western winds
whisking abstract thoughts,
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I see it's gone, the season's sun,
alone in what will be no more,
to reconcile the loss with the journey,
lovely chapters of days long past.
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