Sean Joyce Poems

My specialist has found a spot
and it’s on a vital organ, And
yes I know they are all vital
but this one more than most
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I so, oh so, softly loved her
we so, oh so harmonized
in the hollow of the morning
we in concert all combined
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I could see that she could see
what she called love and gave to me.

Calendars she gave to me and diaries of days
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The long slow sound of a cello
The slow long draw of the bow
softly and long in the morning
the melody long and slow
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The long slow sound of a cello
The slow long draw of the bow
softly and long in the morning
the melody long and slow
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A call has come to say - its here!
The book I sent for late last year
It sits at home and waits for me
And I know exactly how it feels
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small child wakes up with a start
playground altercations smart
Her domain Her bedroom safe
love, control and comfort wait
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On Wednesday I got to wondering
if there was perhaps a poem
underneath the wash-house basin.
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Sometimes I think my mind
is a bit like a builder's yard.
With portions of poems
phrases and words
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I must not write a poem
because I want to write a poem.
I must try to write the poem
when the poem has to be written.
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