David Whalen Poems

There’s something to be said
for imperfection

Something to be praised
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The mindless murmur of a babbling brook
Is the telling of it’s story
A story that has no beginning
And flows on without end
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The sinuousness of sand dunes
Wind abraded stone
The sun pinwheels
Cross the sky
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Will you miss me
When I’m gone? …
I really rather
Doubt it.
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It’s….
Not so much… “what” you feel
But the “way” that you feel it
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Snowflakes soft as silken down
Deftly light on lashes long
And hair of chestnut brown…
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Shy glances from o’er ones shoulder
Longer looks that become bolder
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Naught But Smoke In The Wind

Ethereal is…as ethereal does
Bundles of atoms is what we be
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I Pod Therapy (thank God for my I Pod)

Sweaty pillow, overfull bladder
Three A.M., wide awake,
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I Mighta Been a tad snookered

I remember you dimly
Through the fog of Jack Daniels
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