Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,710 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Bill Galvin Poems

161. Wordsmithing 6/1/2016
162. (senryu) 6-1-16 6/1/2016
163. A Swirl Of Smoke 6/5/2016
164. (haiku-2) A Walk After Rain 6/6/2016
165. Back, And So, Forth 6/8/2016
166. Let Me Ask About Her 6/10/2016
167. (tanka) Prairie Home Pearl 6/14/2016
168. Ess Turns 6/15/2016
169. (tanka) Life On A Roll 6/17/2016
170. (haiku) Desert Dawn 6/17/2016
171. (senryu) Dilemmas Of The Poet 6/17/2016
172. (tanka) Full Strawberry Moon 6/20/2016
173. (tanka) Life And Breath 6/20/2016
174. Molly Stops By 7/5/2016
175. A Tear And A Prayer 7/8/2016
176. (tanka) Dropped Conversation 7/16/2016
177. Keep Moving Anyway 7/18/2016
178. (senryu) Big Rigs On The Prowl 7/13/2016
179. (tanka-4) Inertia, Mine 7/26/2016
180. (tanka) Light Summer Rain 8/1/2016
181. New-Mown Grass 8/22/2016
182. Pressed Flower 8/22/2016
183. (haiku) Blue Breezes 9/4/2016
184. (haiku) Moon Of Harvest 9/15/2016
185. October Sunset 10/5/2016
186. Still Be Climbing… 10/8/2016
187. Tom Rush And His Muse 9/26/2016
188. (haiku) Albert Camus Quote 10/12/2016
189. (haiku-2) Autumn Moment 10/17/2016
190. The Fallen Leaves 10/21/2016
191. (tanka) Moons Of Nostalgia 10/22/2016
192. Pipping 10/22/2016
193. Leon And Leonard 11/15/2016
194. Conundrums 11/15/2016
195. Lady Of Acadia 11/25/2016
196. Wolf Moon 1/12/2017
197. From My Window 1/12/2017
198. After The Nor'easter 1/12/2017
199. This Winter Day 1/24/2017
200. Back To Acadia 6/17/2017
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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The Bed We Shared

A diagnosis as ghastly as could be;
An empty space where you should be.
What I'd give to hear you complain once again
-Of elbows and knees bumping in the night,
-Of noises and snoring as we got older.
I'd give it all to retain some of that past,
-Where our love-making was young and bright,
-When our bodies were so much bolder.

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