Again, to Dawn

By Mary Kennedy Simpson

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 4, 2010
• ISBN: 9781462817948

Mary Kennedy Simpson

Mary Kennedy Simpson was the first of four daughters born to Dora Kenny Kennedy and Daniel Kennedy, who came to the United States from Ireland, and settled in Connecticut prior to their marriage. Before her arrival in America, Dora Kenny Kennedy was a nurse in Bristol Hospital, Bristol, England. Mary and her three sisters followed in their mothers footsteps. All adopted nursing as a career choice and continued in the profession until retirement. Mary, however, while still in high school, developed a love for poetry. She was particularly impressed with the work of Edgar Allan Poe, favoring his work: the Raven. While three of her sisters continued working in the medical/surgical field, Mary left this field of practice to begin working with psychiatric patients. She spent the last 20 years of her professional life working as a psychiatric nurse, and retired as a Psychiatric Nurse Clinical Specialists in 1990 after a CVA (stroke) caused partial paralysis of the right side of her body. Mary continues to write when the mood moves her. Right now, she’s looking at the manuscript of a novel half-finished and patiently waiting for her to complete it.

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Contents

PROLOGUE

A FRIEND

ACCEPTANCE

AGAIN… TO DAWN

ALONE

ANALOGY OF

THE CRAB

A MEMOIR

AUTUMN

BURNT OFFERING

CLOUD

COMFORT

DAYBREAK

DEFENSE

DEMIGOD

DID THEY FORGET?

DID YOU HAVE

TO DIE?

DISSOLUTION

DO YOU WANT ME FOR A FRIEND?

DON’T GIVE

DREAMS AWAY

EMBRACE

EXPECTATIONS

FORGIVE

GHOSTS FROM

THE PAST

HELLO

HERMAN

HUMOR

I’VE WAITED TOO LONG

I AM A SPONGE

I DON’T KNOW IF I LOVE YOU

ILLUSION

INTOLERANCE

INVOCATION

IT WAS ONLY A POEM

IT’S WORDS

JUST LOVE

LOVE

MAKE ME YOUR HOME

MASQUERADE

MOON FEVER

MOVEMENT OF TIME

MY FRIEND

MY LAST ACT OF LOVE

MY POETRY

MY THOUGHTS

NEPTUNE

NIGHTS’ CONCLUSION

PERFECT FORM

POSSESSION

REINCARNATION

REJECTION OF

A SUITOR

REVEALING?

SAGITTARIUS

SOUNDS

STRAIGHT ON

SUNSET

THE BRIDE

OF WINTER

THE CYCLONIC PSYCHE

THE DREAM

THE EXORCISM

THE FATUOUS CALF

THE GIFT

THE INDIVIDUAL

THE INTENTION

THE LETTER

THE LIGHTEST LOAD

THE LONELY STREETWALKER

THE OPEN DOOR

THE PORTRAIT AND THE COBWEB

THE SEARCH

THE STAGES OF MAN

THE STILLBIRTH

THE UNMERRY

GO-ROUND

THE WAILING WALL

THOUGHT WAVES

THOUGHTS

TIME

TIME IN COLOR

TO TRULY LOVE

TODAY

TOMORROW

VOLCANO

WE

WHAT IS HELL?

WITHOUT REGRETS

WORDS OF LOVE

YOU ARE MY FRIEND

YOUR QUIET SLEEP

YOUR SOUND

I dedicate this collection of poems to my parents:

Dora and Daniel Kennedy (deceased)

My husband: Joseph Leo Simpson (deceased)

My children:

Debra Simpson Clifford

Joseph Kennedy Simpson

Lawrence Daniel Simpson

My Grandchildren:

Jillian Clifford

Matthew Clifford

My Sisters:

Doreen Sofia

Patricia Caulfield

Johanna Kelly

And all the friendships I’ve cherished.

Prologue

Love is echoed

by the changing moods of dawn

as it bathes and dons

its favorite robe.

A FRIEND

I listen to the sounds and feel the rhythms of life,

of people, parasitically clinging, awaiting the return of a lost moment.

Impotent… vulture like, they soar high and wide

devouring energies and absorbing vibrations.

Until suddenly,

a force, far greater than anything felt in the past, appears.

Advancing slowly, surely, radiating, it leaves me powerless and alone

while its potent vibrations surround me, penetrating the nucleus of every cell,

impregnating my cerebral womb.

Somehow,

this seed beings to germinate

as though a pageant of mimicry till viable.

Then, alive and suffused with power

it responds to you, a friend.

We meet, with equal intensity.

ACCEPTANCE

I loved you.

you were aware

yet, uncomfortable

wearing that love.

Why?

It was a gift.

It asked nothing

but acknowledgement

yet, your discomfort

rejected it.

I loved you.

Someday