Kevin Moore

Stone by stone we build
these walls around our hearts while
love's last tears still dry.
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The little girl wears blue galoshes - shiny
and fun in any weather - but they do not
match the sadness in her heart of tiny
sorrows sewing shadows long ago forgot.
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Had I told you how my feelings, then, would last
for you (a forest fire burns so hot!) ,
words - wasted - would be echoes in my past
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Time.
Just a moment wrapped inside an instant
measured only by what was or was not
done…
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Hanging silent in the sky
above a concrete earth,
sightless electrons lensed
green, yellow, red (timed flow)
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Concrete and steel on all compressing,
Impassive stares on soul depressing,
A caustic dark sunlight repressing:
Welcome to Baltimore.
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This path I’ve trod
(writ long before my birth)
meanders and seems somewhat
aimless at times - even painful
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The mighty blue Montana sky at dawn
explodes across the plain with tidal force
in unabated, pounding waves of light
to roar unchecked along its westward course-
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I took with me an angel
through the autumn of the empty  -
arching summons bounding high  -
purple, orange and red in plenty
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My poetry my life, my blood the ink
I stain these unmarked pages with, my past
the well from which I draw my art (don't think,
just breathe the words as though they may not last) ,
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Twas bitter, then - and bitter, still -
and thrill the ears! came clamored trill
of mother’s unsheathed whimpered will
amidst the shattered bedclothes and
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(Outside)
Rain plays softly against the window glass
a lullaby in A minor,
sings its song of comforting to old men
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The trees are giant candelabra
suspended from the sky and
made of spun glass; moonlight reaches
down through them to touch the earth
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She is nameless and forgotten-
among the vermin, waiting- small
and frightened and tired, afraid of what
tomorrow may bring home.
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In my dreams you are always by my side
and I can almost touch you (but not quite) .
I can see that sparkle in the windows to
your soul, nearly taste your lips against mine -
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shining far from me her inner beauty

radiates a challenge to the sun and moon
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My past a rushing flow which unchecked winds
a twisting path from mind through heart to page -
and though a mighty link to what was binds,
chain’s craftsmanship shows artistry with age.
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Vixen! Thou hast bewitched my very heart
and taken unto thyself my soul
quietly. Stay you within my thoughts and
my desires a constant; pray, thee
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I walked along a well blazed path and
came upon the barn -
seen earlier from field afar
its stand midst trees in splendid dress
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Struck down and tumbled out upon
this land as though from Annwyn felled -
a Guardian for us Travelers born
of middle Earth midst season Rites -
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