Helen Crutchett Poems

Heart, we will forget him
With the power of our might
A sorry tale that we could write
If I did not feel so trite!
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Love is the perfume of
forgiveness
As we meditate on the mystery
Of newborn stars and
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Come the precious night
when I find myself in your arms
I pluck the moon from the jealous sky
and close the window on the noisy crowd
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My heart is sunken pebble
Straining to catch sunlight
The willow weeps
Along the riverbank of endings
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the night gathers dusk upon her broom
the underbelly of Earth, a furnace rages
as cauldron's spew forth hatred
their ancient brew, thick and brown
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When did my senses start to fill
With overflowing, like the trickle of
A gentle stream over mossy ferns
Gathering momentum and spilling
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To me you were the song the nightingale trills
In the lonely spaces of music's beat...
A heart's violin string in deep rhapsody playing
Love's beautiful melody.
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Night drips inky black
around a crescent moon
seductive shadows
chasing silky clouds
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You were like a breath of a balmy summer breeze
Floating gently as a butterfly
Capturing my unaware heart…
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You touched my heart with your charms,
penned by flickering candlelight
with ancient quill dipped in
scarlet ink of passion's desire...
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