Thomas Holderfield Biography

How silent is this spawnless, unending time before the breaking light does come...

Come to me sweetly, as does the dawn!
Swiftly, as darkness yields to light!
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The sea.
The sea...
In my reverie,
I seek my tea.
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There must be a place (but I've yet to find one)
beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies
where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run
and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.
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Awake day dawners,
you sleepy yawners!
A new day dawns,
life's chasm yawns!
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I ended up a stalk one night.
A stalk of beans you see
How I did, I do not know
Unless of course in dreams.
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