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Oct 2019 SK O'Sullivan

The Possibility of Forever

Oct 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

The Possibility of Forever

She had lips
that whispered
the possibility
of forever,
and eyes
that looked
like home.

#lips #eyes #forever #love #new #home

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

I Try to Start

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

L B

I Try to Start

House feels damp
in between
seasons of life
where I try to start a fire
Sky tonight was an amethyst fan
on a ruby line
the sun an ember
rolling golden years
down the Hills of Scranton
to the city's lights
Across the town
toward that bend in the river

a driving dusk

Driving to the Hill section at sunset to pick up milk and eggs.

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Close Like the Tide

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

Close Like the Tide

She didn't really have a beginning,
or an end, now that I think about it;
she was moonlight on a dark ocean.

Her eyes were a night sky
and I could hear the wolves howl
when she laughed.

She was just the type of woman
that your grandmother warned of,
and she pulled me close like the tide.

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Deeply at Dusk

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

Deeply at Dusk

I drank you deeply at dusk,
and that,
is where I'll wait-
drunk on your magic
grasping at your ether.

#love #magic #new

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

night moon

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

beth fwoah dream boleyn

night moon

the sky rises up, gathers
her midnight greys, her
ghosts the whiteness
of the moon, her
silhouette the
night fragments
flowing with the tide.
we drift dream-like,
unwind like a blossoming
rose, the sea like a mooning
skull, haunted, silver-rimmed.

hi everyone, i will be taking a break from hello while i look at establishing myself on twitter. i am fed up with the 'view' system here which does not give genuine views of the poetry. most of my friends have now left this site and the truth is publishers want poetry that has not been published previously on line and i'm having to respect that fact. if you want to follow me on twitter please message me here and i will let you know my tag. take care now, beth.

#loving #you

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Dressed in Moonlight

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

Dressed in Moonlight

Love is the sound
of your door closing
as I leave for the last time.

All too often we mourn
the fact that the fire's burned out,
but I WON'T think of the embers!
I'll remember the blaze burning brightly-
-those nights that you dressed in moonlight
those morning that you were there,
soft and gentle, still dreaming.

#love #sad #mourn #fire

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

summer

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

beth fwoah dream boleyn

summer

the summer
melts into corners
and doors, unsettles
its ghosts.

the flowers blush
and burgeon, wild
grasses blow in the
wind.

the sun shrinks the
land, blasts the heathers
with their purple blooms.

everything seems to
be blossoming, the clouds,
the sky, even our love.

am taking a couple of weeks off and won't be logging in. i need a bit of a break from all of my social media. i will not be responding to likes and comments.

#loving #you

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Of a Sunset We Wander

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

Of a Sunset We Wander

It's haunting to date in Chicago,
where the ghost of us yet lingers.

I dream of a universe where all of
our dates replay endlessly,
and that terrifies me,
but I also find comfort in thinking
that somewhere in the vagueness
of a sunset we wander the river
endlessly in love.

#love #chicago #endless

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Never Yours to Keep

Sep 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

Never Yours to Keep

Some women belong to the Spring.
They're meant to bloom,
but they were never yours to keep.

#spring #beautiful #love

Aug 2019 SK O'Sullivan

From Spring Herself

Aug 2019 SK O'Sullivan

Matthew Berkshire

From Spring Herself

And it was in April,
that she first arrived
with the bloom of flowers, and the scent of rain.

I was never sure from whence she came;
some high rise, or maybe from Spring herself,
but I knew,
from the first moment she grasped my hand
that she was so many things that I didn't realize
my soul thirsted for.

I knew then, that she would be worth the
heart break,
and that in those shattered moments
I would love her still.

Borges

#love #new #flowers #spring