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 Jun 2014
Ghazal
She confessed that she wished
Only to bide some time,
So I threw my watch away and
Gifted her all of mine.
 Jun 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Coastal mist and mountains blue as ache—
Troubled waters in midair, streaming across
Such mirage of openness and tangled range,
When will the gathering skies sing me aloft?
Two strange hearts falling in one love--
Deep bowl of broth--is a mystery.
Baking eyes tossing off a fancy loaf
Ere the mouth that desires fare velvety.

Once the tommy the spot hits, culinary
Delights--instead of repeating upon
The tongue--become unsavory.
Hand, picking at the spread of affection.
 Jun 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Before I reach her,
Pigeons scatter in the park,
  .  .  .  Bench is empty now.
 Jun 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Bright moon, perfect, full,
Her *******, unbound in starlight,
Heavens outnumbered.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
I have seen her playing
With light, edging her hair,
In crescents so fair.

I have watched her fingers
Twirl and twine, beaming gold,
Threshing precious hold.

I have witnessed the taming
Of the sun's rays, captured,
Spinning in rapture.

And I feel for the pale moon
Who offers his frail, vestige light,
While she sleeps at night.
 May 2014
echo
don't think I'm
indifferent

just in different minds
about 'love'
10w

'"The opposite of love is indifference(?)"

Goodnight x'
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
In his feathered dress  .  .  .
Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,
  .  .  .  Even eyes are black.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Before open ears  .  .  .
One monarch butterfly breezed,
  .  .  .  Chiming temple bells.
#spirit #omen #metaphysical
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Flighty transitions  .  .  .
Poets in fashionable grabs,
  .  .  .  Lapwings to the Gods.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
An Undine is a water nymph or water spirit, the elemental of water. They are usually found in forest pools and waterfalls. They have beautiful voices, which are sometimes heard over the sound of water. According to some legends, Undines cannot get a soul unless they marry a man and bear him a child. This aspect has led them to be a popular motif in romantic and tragic literature.
In 18th-century Scotland, Undines were also referred to as the wraiths of water. Even then, they were not feared as other wraiths such as the kelpie.
Dying moments by shutter
captured.
Memories in living pictures
interred.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Sun glares on dim pond,
While fragile narcissus withers,
  .  .  .  Rain falls like karma.
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