John Tansey Poems

For you, the hapless peruser,
who happens to thumb upon this page,
along a dusty shelf of books.
Was not haphazard at all;
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My mother,
I have not seen her in years;
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ACT I

It was not your presence,
rather its absence
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Reminiscing on Childhood…

I
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At end, when it is too late
to start anew.
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My mind goes from mood to mood,
With no chronology nor sequence of events;

The effect of one thing falling into
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Upon a roof,
A potential leaper,
Held by the hand of his savior
In a fingerlock hold on humanity.
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A Whittle of Words...
Sitting, slumped in a chair,
On a wooden porch
And under the sun
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With hand unsteady,
I stop
at the first line’s edge of a jagged poem,
looking down
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One has lived long enough
when the world ends,
the universe collapses
and time, itself, reverses...
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