IN THE BARBED WIRE OF LOVE
IN THE BARBED WIRE OF LOVE
I don't know why
I love
That small square of light
On my wall
I love through windows
But light can catch you unawares
If loss
Allows it
The tuning up of an orchestra
It demands I listen
Through the holes
Through my all
Yet the velvet so unclean
Rouge is loss
And we met there
To bring
To the deaf noon grows her unwillingness
And I don't know
If this poem
Is over
Alan Patrick Traynor
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Alan Patrick Traynor is a Poet from Dublin Ireland. He is the author of SEVEN DAYS OF ASHES, EDIT NOT MY SOUL & UNTIL THE BROKEN CLOUDS ANSWER that lament the world around the Irish Poet.
It has been said that his poetry is like the mystical galvanic paint that sets the fields of Provence on fire.
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