Summer Eclipse

Summer eclipse of the soul
Breaking across the waters of time
Ticking clocks melting over a bough in Limerick
Ash leaf veins protruding
Floating like a thought loss
Downy swan feathers wafting on a Sea of Hope

On the River Shannon
Rusty browns greasy grays
Of dreams of yesterdays
Architecture sweeping arms lifted in the Rain
Soft stepped, dimpled footprints on the Lawn
Timeless memories shrouded by a
Glorious Moon
Waiting for love to break open
Across an eternal ecliptic sky.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, Summer Eclipse, 2017

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OLD FLA HOME

So maybe, just maybe, the Poets have taught me to embrace the me
That is me
With all its mud and dirt dirt durty

My native Floridian
With all its humidity
With its divorce, its absence of fathering
Subtracted roots and substance of
Family
Of roots sinking deep
Into the mud where mollusks breathe

And the gulf breeze blowing in across the Pine Island sands of tumidity
I accept the gifts of Gulf
So bequeathed to me.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, August 5, 2017, Florida, U.S.A.

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