“…you need to travel to see the ocean – I don’t need the ocean – I have the sky…”
— John Geddes
“…I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone – perhaps I’m a Troll…”
— John Geddes
“…I looked in the window, wanting to stay – it rained, yet I remained…because you were so lovely…”
— John Geddes
“…I’m shy in person – so afraid to confess my love – I need a go-between – our mutual friend, the Moon…”
— John Geddes
“…I live with regrets – the bittersweet loss of innocence – the red track of the moon upon the lake – the inability to return and do it again…”
— John Geddes
“…Neruda was right about all mysterious women – The moon lives in the lining of their skin…”
— John Geddes
“…winter crescent resting in the high pine bough – you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird…”
— John Geddes
“…a dream isn’t a wish – it’s an altered state of consciousness …”
— John Geddes
“…a bard’s down-to-earth love: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground…”
— John Geddes
“…you called me poet-priest – I am. …devoted to my art, faithful to you…or, is the other way around?…”
— John Geddes
“…what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?…”
— John Geddes
“…I guess you’re right – I am a priest – I offer sacrifices – so take this line, I want you to have something of mine…”
— John Geddes
“…Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues…”
— John Geddes
“…I don’t want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love…”
— John Geddes
“fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested”
— John Geddes
“…you are not what you seem – you’re a Sylph – you leave and the air retains your image – you haunt me…”
— John Geddes
“…these vignettes I sketch for you – what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears …”
— John Geddes
“…when I think of you it’s with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears…”
— John Geddes
“…dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field…”
— John Geddes
“…that icy glass reduces your beauty – dims your fire – let me be your mirror…”
— John Geddes
“…it’s merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper…”
— John Geddes
“…is the writer a prophet or priest – does he show the truth or serve the truth?…”
— John Geddes
“…some writers closet themselves – I write wherever I am because that’s where life is happening …”
— John Geddes
“…it’s good to know wave and particle alpha code, but more than that, the writer must go to the heart of life …”
— John Geddes
“…if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone…”
— John Geddes
“…my writing is a wild mustang – more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on…”
— John Geddes
“…Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks…”
— John Geddes
“…you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean…”
— John Geddes
“…God and your heart both whisper – incline your ear – don’t just learn from your head…”
— John Geddes
“…we’ve let go of so many things, but never each other’s hand …”
— John Geddes