The Works of Joseph Murphy

Murphy began writing about 10 years ago and recently began sending his work out. He has been published in a number of journals, including Chantarelle's Notebook, Pure Frances and The Ambassador Poetry Project. His work is forthcoming in Five Fishes and Your Daily Poem.


All Poems © Joseph Murphy

Winter's End


In that spring’s first true gleam,

Lightening creased the walls

And thunder gathered the rarest of fragrances

Into its mouth.


The water from my tipped bowl

Spilled down a mountain the height of a weed; the breeze

Read aloud evening’s first page.


It was then that rain rose from the soil

And a star descended

Through the roots of these words.


The evening became brighter, quieter:

No minute hand’s clatter broke through;

No wheel skidded past.


Time became nothing more or less than time.


I cast my lines ashore: sang as prow and sail burned,

Knowing my bruises would heal.


Thoughts that had been tightly woven spun loose.


That evening’s warmth lingered on my bare shoulders;

The scent of damp loam sweetened the air.


In that enormous space,

Our past seemed no more than a whisper

Sensed at the edge of sleep.