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Here is where you find me
As the coastal gales blow;
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.

And where I long to be,
This salted fuming show,
Here is where you find me.

Upon a cliff top free,
Above the ebbing flow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.

Or on the seaway quay
Where age-old sailors go;
Here is where you find me.

Breathless in a wild spree,
My senses all aglow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.

A roaring gift is she
I'll spend my life, I know;
Here is where you find me
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
I wonder if the moon cries
when a star dies.

I wonder if the moon weeps
when a meteor dives so deep

I wonder if the moon shines
when it is lonely;
I wonder if the moon loves poetry.
 Jan 2022 Sheila Haskins
Marie
He thought of her laugh
in the wet winters,
remembering what it felt like
to live in the warm summer.
 Jan 2022 Sheila Haskins
Grey
Aching,
empty.
Restless
but not
in motion.
Words
blocked
like a
******'s dam.
Leaking through
the cracks
waiting for
the flood.
1/18/2022
Words always in my mind
but never my mouth.
They're crumbling away at my touch.
Winter comes like a thwarted bride
dispensing her sullen linen
snow sunken ha ha's
meeting Jack Russell mid bark
laughing at the hubris of the fallen leaves
with shadowed pavements
Oval Moon
stripped trees like painted black pylons
Hard clumpy soil
Stark Raven searching scavenged food
no velvet fields
Love is like hugging a porcupine as tight as you can while it pierces your heart through
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