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 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Winter morning lake,
Sun rises, wild swans falling,
Everything in balance.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Bright belle, chiming sun,
Colourful birds yet to see,
Hushed morning wishes.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I have followed the forest
Into the clouds to forage,
My bag is still thin, empty,
As my valley and now I see
At the top of the ridge, the happy,
Full moon who lights my way,
I see him as I look down in the river,
He travels with me.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Sweetest little kiss—
Touched water before we bathe,
  .  .  .  Faucet left running.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
North winds, clouds gathering,
My mind paddles in sky river,
Like snow geese or swans.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Trees on waters edge,
Green leaves falling into lake,
Wisdom, rooting sands.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Rite of birds swirling,
Superstitions in mid air,
Black cat in garden.
Contrary to common belief, voodoo (known as Vodun in West Africa) is not related to juju, despite the linguistic and spiritual similarities. Juju has acquired some karmic attributes in more recent times. Good juju can stem from almost any good deed: saving a kitten, or returning a lost book. Bad juju can be spread just as easily. These ideas revolve around the luck and fortune portions of juju. The use of juju to describe an object usually involves small items worn or carried; these generally contain medicines produced by witch doctors.
 May 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Happy to feel rain—
Showers of lilting light breaks,
  .  .  .  Cloud burst beams inside.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Dark, pillory lips,
Deep mournful eyes— fires fly,
Quick strands of red hair.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Fairground cherry trees,
Childrens' pink balloons popping,
  .  .  .  Windy petals burst.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Sun beads over lawns,
Gray clouds have all disappeared,
  .  .  .  Showers of daisies.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Light floods bare night room,
Spring Hazel branch holds full moon,
  .  .  .  Budding leaves the stars.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
As I was thinking of her she appeared,
Suddenly my heart was a child's balloon,
We walked to the tea room by the lake,
And spoke of fountains dancing joyously.
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