Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,979 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Bill Galvin Poems

241. Three Cups Of Coffee 4/11/2015
242. Once, A Flower 9/8/2015
243. Foggy Road 9/10/2015
244. I Can See Myself There 8/19/2015
245. One Last Time 8/6/2015
246. Heart Still Beats; Eyes Still See 4/22/2015
247. A Word On Our Flowers 6/22/2015
248. Sweet Balinda Ballou 6/30/2015
249. Something Precious 6/20/2015
250. Radio Roads To The Sierras 6/7/2015
251. St. Michaels, Maryland 6/13/2015
252. (haiku) – Dear One Gone 5/5/2015
253. Time Hangs Heavy On My Hands 5/17/2015
254. Our May 7 5/3/2015
255. Written On Three Bar Napkins 4/2/2015
256. A Video Treasure Find 4/16/2015
257. (senryu) Mountain Silence 10/11/2016
258. (senryu) Compass 10/12/2016
259. Café Loner 9/10/2016
260. But A Child… 8/24/2016
261. Wes And Jane 8/27/2016
262. Old Hands 9/4/2016
263. Sure I Do 6/20/2016
264. (tanka) June Night Storm 6/21/2016
265. Passing Through 7/2/2016
266. Attitudes 6/12/2016
267. (haiku) Clucks And Cackles 6/14/2016
268. Life In Clover 6/5/2016
269. (haiku) Fly By 5/31/2016
270. Moons Aplenty 5/11/2016
271. (haiku) Full Moon Of May 5/20/2016
272. Coffee Cans 5/21/2016
273. Road Kill Caffe 5/10/2016
274. Nicole And Vanna 5/2/2016
275. (haiku) Gray Today 4/26/2016
276. Passing Papers 4/16/2016
277. (senryu-2) Call Me Antiquated 4/16/2016
278. Just An Old Family Table? 3/21/2016
279. Redbud Tree 3/27/2016
280. Green Lights 3/29/2016

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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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Sometimes

sometimes
I wake to the morning light
and see her lying next to me
in the quietude of dreamy silence.

sometimes
I reach to feel the smoothness of her femininity,
to touch her softness…
perhaps to bring into a semblance of reality

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