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Michael East Poem
A faded voice, lips sweet
In rain, a fragrant shaped
In beauty.
When dusk is full, darkness
Warms your breath, coming in
A whisper. Bright star,
Moving sleepless,
Paradise weaves so
Let me sleep.
Where I still see pure,
Ablution, awake forever,
Splendor-
Upon a snowy mountain,
Dauntless you as art,
As a patient in my arms.
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Michael East Poem
She sang and the sea’s water
Formed in a mind, a voice.
Even as she sung, the phrases
Stirred, the wind and her
Which we heard, maker of
Song, an artist whose spirit
Mercy placed on earth.
If only a dark voice or a rose
The deep air stood,
The summer without end,
The high of her horizons,
A voice made from the sky,
Advancing in a world,
Where I heard her cry.
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Michael East Poem
Tenderness fiercely burns
Sipping passion from
My eyes,
As a tiger taken on the run
I had hope it and why?
A slaved angel saved me
From the falling snow-
Leaving me in darkness,
I was lost.
Lonely with the autumn’s tongue
So what is pure?
I was a whole person
But with whole poison
With the morning sun-
I did not know
My own face,
I only knew my fears.
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Michael East Poem
I fell to the enemy of
The leaf,
I fell to the green hills,
I was coming to you
And I fell.
I lost control and I was not
Myself, sunlight has its way
And the night that leads me
To your eyes turns along the
Day. When I was a child
And when I was a man,
I met you when I could
Not talk- when I could not
Comprehend my thoughts.
My hands, my eyes
Speaking in some foreign verse.
A warm breeze becomes you-
A summer meadow becomes you-
I was coming to you, though like
Sunlight that hits the ground,
I did too.
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Michael East Poem
A bird on the horizon
He flew, a soft black crow
Flying through the air, the
Sun has its favorite and he
Was mine. He flew a crooked
Road and arrived every morning.
He had a flaw, his one leg did not
Work and in the winter it froze.
With ice around it he carried the
Leg with all his might, just one
Good leg to get around.
He struggled but I fed him well, he would
Watch for me winter to spring, but there
Was one night, a storm, the wind
Was strong, it blew so hard and in that
Morning I never saw him then, a falcon
Circled overhead, the days did pass and he
Was dead. He still flies though, in my mind,
A Soft black crow, in the air, from up above
Looking down- still thinking I am there.
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Michael East Poem
Someone moves like the wind
I do not know her,
She moves past
And around me,
Like a breeze from the hills.
Someone she is,
Her eyes have a story
She knows me and says so,
Then brushes my shoulder.
Like knowing a wind
Can anyone know her?
Her face in a light
That rises and falls.
Her mouth that I look towards
Seems familiar in shape,
Her eyes touch me
Beaming large like the moon,
Then feeling small like stars.
With a smile she moved close
I did not know her,
Just the wind
That is here,
It brushes my shoulder.
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Michael East Poem
We are approaching where he grew up,
Where his family is from, North Country
Woods, green trees everywhere, farm
Houses, a large sky blue, the white
Birches stand beautify still.
In the country air, old roads lead
To nowhere, the brown and green
Grasses lie everywhere. The fields
Where the sweetcorn grows,
They never end. He grew up
Here, the red barns, the old still
Wind, his family long since gone
From the air he would have breathed.
A land that surrounds can lose things.
The smell of wood and the trees
Grow older; the winter falls in snow,
Then summer on the fields. The old
Names of towns, places, mark the
Beginning. They will leave no marker
For him, over his head a large blue sky
That knew, no one person, could last long,
Or be remembered. The sweetcorn fields
Are still growing, and they asked, “What
Was his name? We remember him, it was
Long ago, he was a boy and he slept near us”.
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Michael East Poem
The rain falls from the sky
In an invisible haze, striking the
Pond that is brown and green.
This is a clear air I breathe and
I am walking as love walks, with
A shadow, not invisible, though
Lighter than the soft rain,
Constant as time that follows,
It appears and disappears
Like a dream that is turned away,
Not knowing how to return.
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Michael East Poem
There is only the world,
She cried, only light,
A shadow that in springtime
Brings in the air.
A bird falls from the sky,
A cold wind falls from hope-
There she says the world,
I saw the world.
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Michael East Poem
Let’s fall away from all the nights
Here’s October, the last of flowers.
A yellow smoke clouds all the air,
In a room we’ve come to.
What wanders, turns its back,
It has a silent voice, where
It stands. You’re eyes stare,
Into leaving, the wind,
The sky, reflect in reason,
To talk of, when words
Are gone, it eclipse a shadow,
That walks and stands.
Let’s fall away, all the nights
October quiet, its light reflect,
Moonlight shines over, then
Leaves what is left.
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