Don McWilliams

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I woke in the small hours
to find you
sitting at the foot of the bed
in our hotel room.

I studied Uri Geller until I was wise
to all his tricks,
refined them, took my show
on the road, won fame

Having seen gold in the churches of Spain,
the conquistadors,
inconsolable for want of it,
pursued a gleam visible

I've never known quite
what to make of birthdays,
perplexed as I am
by a celebration of

Conversations end abruptly
like fingersnaps and
a world tangible
and inconvenient intrudes.

Massasoit was a smart guy
but he sold the pilgrims
a hundred miles of oceanfront
for a few animal skins,

If certain stressors are not relieved
the odds of a cataclysm will increase.
Tectonic plates will gnash
like an angry jawbone

Six and one-half billion of us live here
mostly alone and most
will never see you,

So we have this conversation about managing
our situation and agree that we'll get things under control
and we'll remember what it was like
when work didn't feel like stealing

Call me and say
I promise to be intrigued.
Vary the pitch of your

Pronounce your secrets when she
is barely paying attention
and see what occurs.
At long last, save nothing

I drink rain like wine,
feel every sound
hot like street music
in summer,

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Had a dream about you last night)

The Best Poem Of Don McWilliams

The World At The End Of Our Bed

I woke in the small hours
to find you
sitting at the foot of the bed
in our hotel room.
The window shutters
were latched in place
and a Mexican breeze
played in the cottonwood outside,
dancing on the face of the moon
and dappling you
in shadow and starlight.

I watched you for a long time. I never
asked why you couldn't sleep.

Don McWilliams Comments

Xxx Xxx 02 February 2009

you know, i really believe that you can dream of me

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Liz Thaugally 08 April 2008

Hi Don, I read your poem Olfactory Memory, and I like how you have conveyed the persistence of an old lover. It is very realistic, the smell lingering on the pillow is moving and beautiful. With mine, the poem is about the greif of losing the smell and therefore the memory. It was inspired by a short story that I had written, as this is primarily what I am better at doing. I am very new to poetry writing, but I am finding it a great source of comfort and inspiration to write, to read other's mavellous works, more so than my own, I just wonder how I lived lived without it! Thank you for your kind comments, and I shall write more, which hopefully will get better with practise! Lizelah.

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Sílvia Oliveira 27 February 2008

Dear Don, Thanks for commenting on my 'Humanity' - I´ve always known that my ears are totally hard for music, but I can feel music is very present in my poems! And you felt it, too! I´ll read your poems, and for now I voted 10 for this one! Congratulations! Sílvia, from Brasil

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