David Whalen Poems

<Center>Geraniums,
with deep purple eyes
Scan avidly
the Springtime skies
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What is truth?
Is it what’s wrong
And what’s right?
As clearly defined
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Night birds cries…cease suddenly
Sounds arise in drunken glee
The symphony starts, Fate’s curtain parts
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<center>No more summer’s warmth
Change in Nature’s menu…Frost
Is dessert Du Jour
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<center>All things, new and strange
To them must seem…I wonder…
What do babies dream?
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<center>Brittle as litter
Of long dead trees…Fall’s fingers
Linger…where they please
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<center>Could we go back….for just an instant
How would we choose just where to go
So many places…so insistent
How would we ever know
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<Center>The ones you love
Can make you laugh
The ones you love
Can make you cry
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Eye of emerald green
From which silvered tear flows
Flooding down
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Of shapes and shadows
Glimpsed in darkness
Of someone…something
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