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 Oct 2023 Molly
Sean Fitzpatrick
It’s tough to be kind
when one is alone,
for life seems best
when shared with the other;

To cherish the story
of one not your own
is a pure devotion
to the living heart.
 Oct 2023 Molly
Sean Fitzpatrick
Solaris and symmetry
Half-darkened in the moon,
To eyesight gives sanity
To the heart, a single mind.

The ocean, yawning, is the beast,
Now simple majesty.
Its eyes, winking midst the slumber
Of the century.
 Oct 2023 Molly
Sean Fitzpatrick
The great big sea
perpetually bewilders.
The unreasoning wind
gives us the flower and the bee.

What alien law
does the wild ranger keep?
Or, alien to the tongue,
to give it a name, sleep.
 Oct 2023 Molly
Sean Fitzpatrick
Commonness of the flowers  -
virtuous insignificance,
invoking visions of royalty
for ants, and snails, and such,

How trivially contests mankind,
what costumes their children wear,
while, silently, a bulbous sun
sidles across the sky.
 Apr 2023 Molly
Thinking of You
I like being really tired before going to sleep.
It feels good to fight one last thing before bed, even if that thing is me.
 Apr 2023 Molly
My Dear Poet
May the flames of my heart
become the fire we start
between us and the storm

May the furnace in my soul
be the heat for the coal
that keeps our children warm

May the spark of my mind
become the flint that you find
lighting the darkest dawn

May the air in my lung
breathe the breath of the sun
and birth life into a love reborn

May the jewel in my eye
Have you searching the sky
and all the riches heaven has sworn
 Apr 2023 Molly
My Dear Poet
SAD
 Apr 2023 Molly
My Dear Poet
SAD
you cried all the summer rain
and howled the winter moon
along you sung a spring of sad
and played an autumn solemn tune
years of tears left seasons dry
a drought of death you bloom
mountains of fountains
of clouds in your eye
rained our storm and doom
 Apr 2023 Molly
Sam
her
 Apr 2023 Molly
Sam
her
melting at your touch
a simple hug - our brusque
adieu

and you'll never be too much
for someone who can't get enough
of you
her thoughts poetry
 Nov 2022 Molly
Colm
I'm not a suitor
I am gray skies and bright suns
From flying days past

That is all, a Haiku
SJ - lol
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