Gay October

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Saturday, October 23, 2004

Sweet Trick

I have waited a lifetime for this man who lays beneath my hands A temporary lake, Still forming as the droplets fall, Contained in the confines of my sheets, A slight depression on my pillow. With each added spill, My high spirals up and coils, For the morning frost only hardens such temporary... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 21, 2004

There is a Guy with Sandy Hair

There is a guy with sandy hair, A fiery mind and olive balls, But he covers them all - But cannot. And when the chill seeks out his hair He bundles it all beneath a hood And hides each strand restrained. But I am laughter in the wind; For patience will reveal it all Peering through the frosty pane... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Autumn Ride

We view the world from a closed cab drawn by a simple steed, And the world, in fall, sees us not, for he and I are wrapped in arms Cheering the love we share, A love beyond compare. And there is a world in the Bronze Cathedral With steeples and smokestacks _ Gables and gardens _ And as the carriage... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

The Tide Comes in Again

The tides come in again; Chilled beach without the cloak the warm sun lends. Petrels time the waves Catching shrimp and feigning men Who prey upon the weak, Cawing from the jetties As the tides come in again. Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 18, 2004

Last Lover

Brazen Jay, last to go _ I know you best as you caw and crow that you are Jay. Yet, you go; and I forget `Til the Spring brings you back again To say you're Jay. But I, your silent sparrow never goes. But the world knows I linger, not by what you know But by my quiet foot prints left within the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Departure

The whistling Swan has flown, Flown with my beauty, my run and gust. Clouds are here, grey with power And the plain by the river Seems cold and flown. But in the silence of my empty room, The myriad of spirits laugh and strip; They stand in darkness butt-naked to the night, And in brightness they... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 16, 2004

The Bronze Cathedral

He touched my soul at morning, My chest at dusk, And we sat on the porch and hugged as darkness sang the horizon to slumber, And the wind rustled his hair and I sang his eyes to their wonder. Follow the leaves of gold As they toss in the Bronze Cathedral, As if in the whale's womb with arching ribs... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 15, 2004

A Raker Takes Spring Dreams

A raker takes Spring dreams away Toward the oven's embered bake; Swirls of smoke puff the air Choking natures populous with ash. My charms have faded, but not for you For on my heart your lips appeal; And I have no illusions for Spring When your lips move South to sup. Wind takes a new breath... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Raker Takes Spring Dreams

A raker takes Spring dreams away Toward the oven's embered bake; Swirls of smoke puff the air Choking natures populous with ash. My charms have faded, but not for you For on my heart your lips appeal; And I have no illusions for Spring When your lips move South to sup. Wind takes a new breath... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

Morning Garden

Bee brushing the last bloom And breeze filtering winnow Come together in a wintry gust. The wind is apart, The body blown to the thornbush, While the sleeping mallows dry And the mulch gives up its must. And all this happened as you mounted me in our garden, Our sheets piled high in the chilly room... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Gay October is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, dedicated to my many friends chisen as family. These Autumnal pieces should usher in the season appropriately. Edward C. Patterson is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. Gay October has been a web favorite on the site since 1996, having first been published in 1997 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. This is the first time it is being made available in the blogs.

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