Thomas Rush
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Poetry and Stories
© 2020 T.C. Rush — All rights reserved.

Our last reunion moved the bells to chime  [Sonnet 89]
© 2020 Thomas Coyne Rush
All rights reserved.

Our last reunion moved the bells to chime
Trees echoed soft green lichened paving stones
Beside them sang the whip-poor-will in time
(Its poem urged us not to sail alone)
The hot veranda skies were bleeding red
As nighttime sighed and waited for the sun
The sun returned to listen for the dead
(The sounds of morning only just begun)
We knew our pasts would haunt us over time
Yet settled in the warm dry meadow weeds
While nightingales sang endless looping lines
(The afternoon was starting to recede)
     As evening breezes wrapped us up entranced
     The western winds blew in for one last dance


© 1976-2022 Thomas Rush. All rights reserved.
  • Paintings
    • Some Recent Paintings
    • Still Life Series 2019–2022
    • Drip Paintings
    • Somewhat Recent Paintings
    • Harmony in Chaos Period
    • SF/Bolinas 2003–2006
    • France 2000–2002
    • Guadalajara Period 1991–1996
    • Some Early Paintings
    • Paintings: In Collections
  • Photography
  • On Making Art
  • About the Artist
  • Contact