Seán Mac Falls

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

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Cut like shrapnel,
Were buried in blood,
Her words, so subtle,
Plain, ordinary as air,
Snuffing out life, painting
Oblivion, colours smeared
Into black and off whites,
Cursory as lept dark wings
Fluttering in chaos, fleeing
Like crows and loud noises
Out in the open in blister of dark
Sun and threatens and oft wills
Of rain in the grey, scratch clouds
Always hovering, she proffered a word,
Implied so simply, with eyes askew,
But, love died in bodies drained,
Words that broke with bleeds
Under skin, under cold sheets
Red as ****** undertakers wall,
Leading to solids, wisps, no things,
Stark and only as tombs of stone.
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#love #sorrow #memory #spirit

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

5 Haiku

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*1
Tabulations

In autumn leaves fall
Each year turns heavens verses
Chapters from the sky

2
Illuminating

Songbirds in bushes
Sing love to lowly gardens
Choirs from heaven

3
Flying Colours

Butterflies and birds
Joy parades wings from heaven
In showered gardens

4
Fragrant Joy

At start of each day
Little breaths from heaven sent
Flowers opening

5
Enchantress

How goddess might speak
Voice so illuminating
Scent of ambrosia

From Wikipedia:

In the ancient Greek myths, ambrosia (Greek: ἀμβροσία, "immortality") is sometimes the food or drink of the Greek gods, often depicted as conferring longevity or immortality upon whoever consumed it. It was brought to the gods in Olympus by doves.
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#haiku #beauty #spirit #wisdom

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

Flame of Troy

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A lone, lorn traveler
In silence and memory,
Writes to one flame at night
In a room where no answering
Appears, only shadows speak
With out lips to endear.  A lone
Traveler has time sutured to will
Cast in a tomb of what might have
Been.  He scrawls on chalky sheets
In the mausoleum of murk and dream,
His flame was once a face, real as now,
Filled with light unlike the later seasons
Of split rooms crowding.  So much of life
There once was to be lived, her flesh, burnt
Fertile, her eyes knowing promise, her blood
Red rains of hair, endless sojourns beyond myth
Or fable, a thousand barks, her swains over ocean
Silenced by her lips of love for you, only, a lone traveler,
Captain of all oaring ships launched from the plain shores
Of loss under a cliff so high, where his once long devoted
Before wrote a vow of love to all his follies, fates, travails
And gave her hand, to bloom of youths so glorious.
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#love #dream #loss #youth #fable

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

10 Images of the Raven

( Haiku )

1
black God

Huge cumulus clouds,
Exploding into the blue,
  .  .  .  Shadowed by raven

2
valley morn

Dark hands working fields,
Raven tracing mountain crests,
  .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake

3
Raven spell

Dark sound raven makes,
Chortles top fir tree, haunting—
  .  .  .  Druids incantation

4
unfaithful

Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
  .  .  .  Love has turned black

5
outcast

Many years alone,
Suddenly— old thoughts of her,
  .  .  .  Lone raven in sky

6
mischief

Lone raven cackles  .  .  .
Clouds splinter across the sky,
  .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods

7
marked

Full moon crowns tall pine,
Raven landing in cross hairs,
  .  .  .  Dark angels halo

8
Loki

Raven knows a charm,
A child's costume jewelry,
  .  .  .  Colours a black eye

9
tall tale

Zenith of winter—
Lone raven in naked tree,
  .  .  .  Spring only legend

10
dark angel

In his feathered dress  .  .  .
Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,
  .  .  .  Even eyes are black*
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#love #haiku #nature #contemplation #confusion #spirit #raven #mystic #koan

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

Epitaph in Stone

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Something beyond,
To climb into cloud,
Into the snows of purity,
To touch the rise of sun,
Golden as it bathes us,
To realize all is small
Underneath, and all
Is washed by streams
Of blood from the skies,
To reach the highlands,
Plateaus in the heavens,
This is the only poem,
A great blue mountain,
Something beyond,
For us to climb.
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#poem #life #nature #perspective #wisdom #parable #epitaph

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

Conundrums

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Red hair in my eyes,
Phones that do not ring,
Supper for one, old dishes,
Birds clearly calling to no one,
Moss on a roof, mute sun through
Glasses of wine, not fading voices,
Winds that saunter, sweeping —
Aloof, still pools in a wanton bower,
Fingers unclaimed in the witching
Hours, an abandoned bed watched
Over, slept upon, the sharp creeks
In a silent, boardered old house —
Where no one has simply moved,
The branches in the blanketed yard
Swaying like new dancers so free,
Grey bark that fell at foot of tree,
What will become of me?

#love #anxiety #sorrow #separation

Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017

Dead on a Ledge

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It's like trying with nothing there,
Hoping for connection, without
Knowing that you and I are lost,
Separate, etched in marbled face
Of stone, you never saw me real,
Nor I you, it was only happenstance,
The dead do not know they are dead,
As they careen in deserts bleeding,
Round living hearts, I was always
More than half divined, unliving,
It is not my fault you are blind,
Take what nothing's I once offer
In this spiny desert of Saguaro
And running sands of no relief,
Cast your visions skywards,
As mirages are miraculous,
Pray under blasted moon
And weep with me.

#love #separation #spirit #sorrow