GORDON GILHULY Poems

when all that remains:
clouds;
the day-washed sky;
the royal sea,
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evensong: blue


blue shadows climb the rounded slopes of the hills
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there is a blackness on the other
side of the door
waiting
beyond the breadth and depth of words
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the blue of twilight
like a soft unspoken hope:
the singed moon waiting
...

one

in the softness of candles
it is not your face that
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fireflies moving like finely shattered starlight


against the sky-shaped gown of evening;
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she stands poised at centre

stage completely utterly
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the cat on the ceiling is furry
but I think she ate all of my curry
so the fart I just heard
was one cat, not a herd
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"... there is no truth

Saving in thine own heart."
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in praise of slow chemistry: a love poem

last night a steel rain suddenly threw
itself at my garden in mocking
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