Poetry of Issue #6                        Page 62
Previous Next Table of Contents	when i look out the window when i look out the window on a night like this (wild clouds and starfish in dark pools) when i look out from a darkened room at the pale stretched-out shadows of the dead their faces elongated cross-sections of time passing by in a confused semblance of scenery and in the oracular voices of the dead i hear the out-soundings of my own washing over the silence of a night repeating all the faces i’ve known in a weaving of circles of circles of eyes of reflections of some thing i could never quite define like my attraction to the dark side of the moon or a song your body brings me freshly gathered from the sea   g.s.de burca, 22 january 2012 __	missed opportunity she sits in the room lit only by the half moon light untangling the knots in her hair   i lie on the bed watching lazily   i refuse the offer to comb her hair     the moon and the water.  that smile     the missed opportunity   g.s.de burca, 22 january 2012__	Hate runs like a virus back and forth thru the generations what country what person is free from the ravages and disfigurement of hate? i read your books listen to the music and poetry of longings desires and separation common to us all how could i hate the makers of such human expression? let’s share a meal and watch our differences slip into insignificance    g.s.de burca, 19 november 2011__	the streets are shimmering the streets are shimmering in anticipation don't disappoint the day don't blacken the sky with thoughtless emotions you are somewhere absent minded or engrossed in daily routine quit it step under a ladder walk on cracks tell your boss you got urgent business like writing a poem going for a walk anything you like but fast this moment the streets shimmer in anticipation   g.s.de burca, 19 january 2012__