lightness (the nine days of christmas day two)

out in the garden, to see grass, to see pebbles

to see the breeze wave through the apple tree

in the sunlight, on the day of the train’s arrival

after the beauty of late morning arising in love

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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The Jarvey

He put his arm around you, for the photograph, he stopped the trap to show off the mountains echo

He told of going away, across the seas, also of returning, with his German wife, to raise their Irish family

He projected of having to repeat the adventure, to pay for his children’s further education

His true, and moving story, of the lady gardener, who wrapped her plants in wool

Was contrasted well with the fable of the ingenious thief’s apprentice

He answered all we asked, with the swiftest of thought and word

He loved his Arabian horses, he loved them by being gentle

Caring and gentle, gentle, but firm, as also with his daughters

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without searching (the nine days of christmas day one)

i have no desire to know how things got here

neither do I seek out intellectual arguments

i do hope to be able to become so close that

i form temporary or permanent attachments

todays blue skies, friendships again reunited

tonight’s theatrical performance, with scripts 

by the lady who wrote Dinner Ladies, based on

voltaire’s book Candide; it is for the best; it is

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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Leaving You Behind

Shallow waters, heavyweight grasses

The first signs of singular stratification

Small boats, outlandish plans, time

To stand in line for disembarkation

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Derrynane House

Only the red rust light, behind these calm closed eyes

Only the muffled conversation, and the sounds of soft rolling seas

Only the sweet scent of a flower, that I am unable to define

Other than it has a lemon blossom, and grows wild on the dunes

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