David Whalen Poems

Poetry pretty much mirrors
Different stages and places
In one’s life
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The sinuousness of sand dunes
Wind abraded stone
The sun pinwheels
Cross the sky
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Will you miss me
When I’m gone? …
I really rather
Doubt it.
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There are not too many things
In this world
one can count on
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Look deep into the dragon's eyes
Fear not the sulphrous breath
Tis he who within… courage lies
Who needs have no fear of death
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Hug your children
Tight tonight
Let them know you care
For could be come
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There’s something to be said
for imperfection

Something to be praised
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The mindless murmur of a babbling brook
Is the telling of it’s story
A story that has no beginning
And flows on without end
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It’s….
Not so much… “what” you feel
But the “way” that you feel it
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September…

More an emotion
Than a month
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