Peter S. Quinn Poems

The bluish flower of the heavens sky
Where raindrops fall from eyelids to the yirth,
And mortal men give to all mortal birth
And each of them will later surly die;
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The day's now turning to flickering dark
To wings of light that go from window to room,
Like the leaves of darkish unknown dream bloom
That into the twilight again will spark;
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The edge of time that washed ashore
All the pitiful things that the world bought near,
Those withering feelings that gave afear
And to assured affair like rust will abhor;
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Sweet sounds they sing to the world forever
As day becomes a night within an hour,
Or sunshine fills with clouds and rain shower
Tranquil blossom will grow and endeavor;
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The dusky sea that lives to be master
Targets ahead in to the new future,
Morrows fate with roaring alastor
And spoon filling hours in transferred suture;
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The ebbing wave of man's love's like a well
Or marvel of feelings that inside him grows,
It's like wind outside the window which blows
What lies inside a heart you can't foretell;
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The inland woods where men sometimes dwell
To be the first to see the hanging leaves fall,
For it's his season and therefore his call
To know what inner force to him compel;
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The melody of the song that lingers on
To faraway places that were born once,
When the time and the places gave us bunce
For each day is like contest or argon;
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The moments and hours are coming more clear
From darkening thoughts and spirits of grief,
Words been said - pass on like aperitif
And sometimes an advise away will steer;
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The moments are coming with spring again,
Sweet are the days - when seedlings do appear
Dearer more than words that I can write here:
Flowers from the sleep that in earth have been;
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