An Irish Love Poem

Dallying in the evening wild, studded with barbed wire,
My mind takes a turn for the worse.
Oak trees help me flee to the world I need
My mind is soaking up this new year’s eve
Your slow gaze onto this solitary page
Releases the frame of my bondage to the world
Now only the mind can release the tension of the moment
My imagination leaps, frees my…

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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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