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Mary Havran Poems
Before The Dawn
Before dawn wind rushes driving night’s chill westward so vestiges of darkness send shivers along my spine.
Tested By The Fire
Am I to be tested by fire? Tempered, as steel, to forge the keener blade Can I possibly survive?
Small Mourning Pieces
No time to prepare Shoved over cliff by sorrows Float down now, gently
Lonely is Just One Word
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person’s cheek
. Walking Wounded
Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied All the essentials of the bonding experience Perhaps the wounds were inflicted
. Ignorance Be Bliss
If Ignorance be Bliss One may not seek for this But if Intelligence is Unwise One might not choose such prize
. Late of Love
Love came late Or, I came late to Love There I’ve said it.
Life on Ice
A quest for emotional provender leaves me guided by your North Star into wilderness unmelcoming to my hearth loving nature
On the edge I stand Constructing paper airplanes Crisp clean fresh sheets Free of any dark remark
Sunrise at Skellig Michael
Night’s paling azurite horizon cloaked in a gossamer veil of clouds briefly contests the sunrise thus allowing nights last stars
CANDY HEARTS CAN KILL
CUTE ONE, BE MINE, LOVE ME Valentine’s day brings them out BE TRUE, KISS ME, HUG ME, Sayings candy Sweethearts shout
Claiming the Rainbow
It was childhood enchantment in the form of song Which first awoke in me, the rainbow-lover Entranced as ‘Dorothy’ sang of Her wish to someday fly far over
. Nothing In Heaven
Nothing I mean not a Thing Literally No Things
. Unlimited Point of View
Disabled, or Divergently Abled, Depends on individual point of view As by personal path recently led My parameter is now somewhat new
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Before The Dawn
Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
so vestiges of darkness
send shivers along my spine.
Facing east I fight
cold’s piercing urge to wince,
and huddled await morn’s blush.
No wind or cold may dissuade
my eyes from pending purchase
of that precious brief pink palette,
clouds trimmed in rosy piping
which dress the sky at dawn.