Poetry Quotes by John Geddes

“...I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face...”

— John Geddes

“...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...”

— John Geddes

“... you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...”

— John Geddes

“...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into…

— John Geddes

“...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?”

— John Geddes

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

— John Geddes

“...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...”

— John Geddes

“...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...”

— John Geddes

“...some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very…

— John Geddes

“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”

— John Geddes

“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but…

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...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I…

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“...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons…

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“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from…

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“...take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the…

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“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains…

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“...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...”

— John Geddes

“... yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood ...”

— John Geddes

“...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...”

— John Geddes

“...perhaps in actions I'm less of a man - but, oh the words - such lovely words...”

— John Geddes

“... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...”

— John Geddes

“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”

— John Geddes

“...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...”

— John Geddes

“...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed...”

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“...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches…

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“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

— John Geddes

“…my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

— John Geddes

“...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...”

— John Geddes

“...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...”

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“...does it seem strange in the loneliness of the present time, that I run to you?...”

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“...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can…

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“...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...”

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“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”

— John Geddes

“...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...”

— John Geddes

“... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...”

— John Geddes

“...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...”

— John Geddes

“...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering…

— John Geddes

“...at seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made…

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“Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at…

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“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later -…

— John Geddes