William E. Marks Poems

Yes, my love
true love may be elusive
As we seek the ethereal with senses material
fraught with doubt to fill one’s heart
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The word went out - “For $75 you can take a workshop with Billy.”

High Noon, fifteen of us gather at a table beneath a shade tree near the sea.
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From whence rain sprung
tis a mystery
how it flows through all life
from beginning of eternity
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I awoke adrift
in endless sea
waters churning with yearning
then
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Atlantis rising
from depths of blue
Yielding forgotten secrets
of those like you
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I awoke one spring morning
and pondered
Does the tree produce seeds to
make more trees
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And soon the vaults were empty
of the stuff we call money
as many lost sleep at night
in a dream of deep fright
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Sleep is crucial to our survival
without it we die
so the next time you sleep in
remember it is akin
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TV news reports my
friend’s brother death
I telephone his home, a stranger’s voice -
then my friend says “hello”
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From padded window seat inside warm café
cold wind shuffles sidewalk leaves
as a cup of tea warms my hands
Two tables away sit two men
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