Martin Byrne Poems

To stare into a swamp of a face
Bogged with lily pads
And tainted with twin waterfalls
Cascading down the soft curvatured plane
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Amber, is the wasp
Stuck in the sap
The color of your hair?
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The rain dropp races
Across my window
As the car shoots by
Guard rails and young girls
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The difference between a pen and a printer
Lies in the direction given by biological motions
The human creation standing apart from any other ink
A mind in every word
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I would listen to ocean echoes
Of whales, millions of miles away.
The soft tone of their moan
Something felt more than heard.
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Time winds away
In a very depressing way
While I stare at the bay
And the ocean grinds me down.
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I dreamed that there was a poem
That could bring you to my arms.
Its words so soft and gentle
Like waves of grass drifting in wind.
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On our way home,
By the road,
In a yellow-grass farm field,
A small stream freezes into
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It moves from left to right
It moves right to left as well
Down the torso, like a vicious
Ski slope, unhappy from a spell
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