Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,623 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Bill Galvin Poems

1. This Place 12/31/2014
2. Outdoor Lesson 12/31/2014
3. A Late Night Conversation 12/31/2014
4. A Blessing For Today 1/1/2015
5. Epitaph 1/1/2015
6. Climbing (Out) 1/1/2015
7. Enjoy A Flower 1/1/2015
8. Sometimes 12/31/2014
9. In Memory Of Stephen M. Galvin 1967-1973 12/31/2014
10. The Bed We Shared 12/31/2014
11. A Valentine For Deborah 1/2/2015
12. Your Life Together 1/25/2015
13. Many Good Reasons To Cry 1/30/2015
14. Als Winters 1/25/2015
15. Night Lights 2/20/2015
16. First Night Alone 2/21/2015
17. In Time 2/22/2015
18. Encouragement 2/26/2015
19. A Dream Of Blue Eyes At Dawn 3/6/2015
20. A Recollection For My Love In Heaven 3/9/2015
21. Reunion Number Seven 3/20/2015
22. Reunion Number Ten 3/27/2015
23. A Visit To The Lawrence Ranch 3/27/2015
24. West Texas Tears 3/28/2015
25. Reunion Number Eight 3/24/2015
26. From Gainesville To Amarillo 3/25/2015
27. Rivers 3/29/2015
28. High Desert Travels 3/29/2015
29. More Bitter Than Sweet 4/3/2015
30. Reunions Thirteen And Fourteen 4/3/2015
31. Reunion Number Fifteen 4/4/2015
32. Reunion Number Sixteen 4/5/2015
33. Kissing You Daily Still 4/6/2015
34. Desert Visitations 4/7/2015
35. Mojave Desert To San Joaquin Valley 4/10/2015
36. Bungled Day Trip 4/10/2015
37. Reunion Number Seventeen 4/22/2015
38. Reunion Number Eighteen 4/22/2015
39. Reunion Number Nineteen 4/23/2015
40. Reunion Number Twenty 4/24/2015
Best Poem of Bill Galvin

Reflections On A Moon

A bright, clear and cold night…
The near full moon setting low in the winter sky,
Illuminating the bare tree branches;
Casting ghostlike shadows on the snow;
Ghostly arms and fingers stretching around the yard.
At three in the morning
I am looking out the window of an empty room;
An empty room in a lonely house.
A house made quiet with your passing.

A silent moon sets on a quiet night.

A long, soulful and loving relationship…
With many moons, full and not so full,
Passing silently overhead;
Casting mysterious light down to us.
Some seen, ...

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Traveling Companion

The sight of the dawn light peering through the trees of our back lot;
The chirps of the chickadees yearning for spring outside our windows;
The appearance of first buds poking their way to the sun;
The freshening aromas of our flowers and grasses as they reawaken.

The sound of the tea water boiling on our stovetop;
The comfort of the warm aura of the home we crafted together.

The warmth that is love and family and acceptance;

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