S. R. Lavin

Rookie (4/2/45 / Springfield, Massachusetts)

S. R. Lavin Poems

1. Perdido 2/12/2006
2. On The Beach 3/30/2006
3. The Best Part Of The Day 5/18/2006
4. American Homeland 1/30/2007
5. His Dilemma 1/30/2007
6. Picture Perfect 12/23/2005
7. In The Shadow Of Dudley Mountain 2/5/2011
8. Walls Of Art, Walls Of Separation 2/6/2011
9. Ocean Marsh At Dawn 3/11/2011
10. Dire Times & Endless Desire (Like A Streetcar) 3/16/2011
11. The View From 21b 3/17/2011
12. Amish Country For M. J. Lavin 6/4/2011
13. Glint Of Sun 10/29/2011
14. Glazier 10/29/2011
15. Reflections In The Sun 11/7/2011
16. The Great Awakening Nov.2011 11/21/2011
17. Indian Lake For S. R. H. 3/25/2013
18. My Son Slept In Red Cloud 11/28/2005
19. Blue 71 12/6/2005
20. Outermost, A Man Alone 12/7/2005
21. My Secret Life 11/27/2005
22. The King Of Hearts Is Dead 11/27/2005
23. Park Bench 101 12/12/2005
24. In The Field Were Fireflies 12/12/2005
25. Visions Of My Mother & Beyond 12/12/2005
26. The Geese Don'T Know What Day It Is 12/16/2005
27. Sawed In Half 12/23/2005
28. Where Did The Llamas Go? {or, Being There With You} 12/23/2005
29. Eternal Being 11/27/2005
30. Crossing Lake Champlain With You 12/12/2005
31. The Breeze Provokes Me 12/25/2005
32. Two Doves 12/23/2005

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Two Doves

If it were possible
I would crawl backwards
through time
on my face
to change what I did wrong,
those times I hurt those I loved
or had the chance to do
what I neglected to do,
where I trampled when
I should have tiptoed
or left when I should have stayed
or stayed when I should have gone.

Without love we are nothing.

Sometimes I see it all so clearly,
like, say, two mated birds,
doves, as a demonstration
of how to be.

He watches over her and protects her.
She fulfills his purpose, completes his love.

Perhaps that ...

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My Secret Life

Staring down into the clear water or
squinting through the dazzle of light,
it’s a bit lonely looking north to the town.
The air doesn’t get any fresher,
the breeze is like an angel’s soothing breath.
On all sides it’s lush and sweet.
You live for days like this.

You are left to consider why men don’t live in peace.

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