By 
NOELLE O'LOUGHLIN

Of the Dawning of the Day

I wake up in fear
Of the Dawning of the Day,
or in fear of when
the day won't dawn.

Or is it of being left behind
the day after,
The Sunset
of my Father...

My friends I gather
'round me, I fear
only waking one day
all alone.

It's not my own Death
I fear, awake
in silent sweat,
but the one

of you...


The moon spoon in june
That I waited for
Slept whithin my soul

Like a magdolite
It's spread awakes
Not knowing what is near

Who are you my dear?
Not pretense or love
The lack of snear
or suffocation of glove

The openess of grave
Give light to fear of death
My soul of self will save
With each word of lightful breath

Of way of out of which
Between left in a ditch
Emasipation of proclomation

I am free now and will be........

The confusion lies 
In her inner thighs
And squeezes on the curve

Through thick and thin
You're all in
with sparks on every nerve

On hallowed ground
You make her round
the child you both deserve

And in the end
The love you'll send
a spirit shall preserve


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The Swirl Dusk

Around the swirl
I spent today,
I did not laugh 
Along the way…
When twilight went
Around the bend,
No rings of light,
Did the Earth send…
She swept up blank,
and more so went,
In shadows such
I remember bent…
Around a sphere
that we live on,
The one so dear
'Round light is one.
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Mother's Death

My mother's sigh before she died
was from one tear when she cried

The death breath blowed and slowed
alone with her as the end flowed

Heightened shock raised round the clock
in spite of all the prior talk

I read today her loving way
and remembered why I'd hoped she'd stay

Her knowledge of the inner self
the way she put hers on the shelf

The words that wound and make her sound
the way that really set my ground

That deep dark earth for all her worth
I found her way and live her mirth