Bill Galvin

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

Bill Galvin Poems

81. Bridge Of Time And Spirit 7/25/2015
82. Reunion At Acadia 7/26/2015
83. Big Bright Blue Moon 7/30/2015
84. Mixed Messages 6/23/2015
85. Senior Sitting 6/24/2015
86. I Cried For John Keats And My Love 6/27/2015
87. Dave Brubeck’s Take Five 6/27/2015
88. Lavender And Sage 6/28/2015
89. Work Of Angels 8/3/2015
90. Peace Garden 8/9/2015
91. Family Ties 8/11/2015
92. Six Months Today 8/11/2015
93. Snags 8/14/2015
94. At A Shore Line 9/1/2015
95. A Scene On The Bay Of Fundy 9/2/2015
96. End Of This Road 9/6/2015
97. Water Seeks Its Own Level 9/6/2015
98. Sharing A Night Sky 9/11/2015
99. Harbinger 9/14/2015
100. Some Places, Some Times 9/15/2015
101. Je Ne Sais Quoi 9/18/2015
102. Sleepers, Seekers, Or Dancers 8/24/2015
103. For Patricia 9/26/2015
104. Adams Farm 10/1/2015
105. Mellow Morning Meetings 10/6/2015
106. An October Woods Walk 10/31/2015
107. Song For The Morrow 11/30/2015
108. Sisters Singing 12/3/2015
109. A Dormant Seed 12/6/2015
110. Lone Holiday 12/18/2015
111. (haiku) First Flakes 1/7/2016
112. Slowed 2/3/2016
113. Roads Are Closed 2/6/2016
114. Walking Stick 2/8/2016
115. First, And Foremost 2/15/2016
116. We Lay You Down To Sleep 2/16/2016
117. (haiku) Full Once Again 2/21/2016
118. November, Not So Much 11/16/2015
119. (haiku) The Yogi 2/22/2016
120. Kir 2/22/2016
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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He Hung The Moon

Ah… if only we all could make the most of what we're given, and only need to the level that we can afford, and be satisfied with it all.

After a long gabfest of basic human observation, and since there were no other customers, she walks to the back room of her store and comes back to show me a framed photo of her Dad, with his granddaughter on his lap. So proud was she, of this photo of Dad with her daughter; as was he, to be holding her, this flaxen-haired girl of his girl. He wears a plain

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