David Whalen Poems

Tears of joy and happiness
Trace cross one's cheek
When love fills one's heart
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Poetry, to me
Mends the hole, that time has worn
Deep within my soul
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Let us speak of light and colors
Of ephemeral hues and strident tones
Of luminescence that commands
One's eyes to observe it
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Hold tight the night
Embrace the dark

Lit only by Luna's
Lambent spark
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Like to have something
Different for dinner tonight?

Tired of plates
Full of the same old thing?
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Rain rings spreading wide
Like liquid blossoms opening
To the rise of April's tide
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Dawn's light…bone white
a sky seeming void
of all color
Breath fogging into the air
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I see ghosts…
Ghosts in my grand
And grandkid's eyes
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Just a touch of Springtime
Only a spritzle or a pat

That's all of Spring
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Of what would Spring be
Of what pleasures to see
Were it not for the words
Of a poetic potpourri
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