Michael Shepherd Poems

On the shelf above the crackling fire,
the day’s work over, shadows swaying and flickering
across the room, in the firelight’s glow;
here is love abiding
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Thanks for your letter. Though
you’ve caught me at a rather awkward time –
I’m going into surgery tomorrow – a rather
risky op; so I’ll try to put all the answers that I’ve got
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Where do you go, girl,
when you fall asleep?

for even when we've spent a passion's time,
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Well, thanks for asking - quite a nice surprise...
first off, you have my passionate support -
for how could I believe in any less
of poetry, its value and its power?
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I’m totally bored by:


poems that sound like other poems
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It shines.
It shines from the new-born baby;
shines in the magic of birth.
It shines in first love;
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I started to write about how
I love you
but then the mind couldn't distinguish
which was I, or you, or love...
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I, you, he, she, it…
three distinct views of the world
(though perhaps not to the Creator?)
which seem so different. Which
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Why is this sonnet form so dear to me?
this silent cloister of the singing heart
where I may be myself in sanctity
yet meet beloved strangers there in art;
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