Remembrance

Remembrance

13 February 2020

Courtesy George Redhawk

 

Remember

The slates wiped away

Room empty

No issue

Just water for some tissues

Spread out on my frock

 

I crane neck

Following through the insight

Dreary eyes

Unseen wounds

Figures with their knots set loose

Exchanging content

 

Play no more

Said voice in bosom

Remembrance

Reckoning

All will collect in dismay

The moments of loss

 

Reading of the poem:

Meu Fado – Mariza

Broken memories my staff

Broken memories my staff

7 December 2015

 

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Courtesy Flickr.com

 

 

I walk in yonder valleys of shadow and doubt

I never really knew what life was all about

Though my lips I puckered, have learnt to purse and pout

And sing unrestrained to the tune of Schubert’s Trout

 

 

For I now embark lonesome on life’s last ferry

Looking I know, all around, within, seems dreary

I force laugh, conjuring up moments so merry

Face freezes, I realize my heart’s too weary

 

 

Through fading and withered faces I walk alone

Through the shadows and the pleasures that once had shone

Bright light, right unto my eyes, brought my lips a moan

Alas, it is all gone now, is my heart of stone?

 

 

I walk and I walk, I walk an endless journey

Through unrelenting ashen faces once creamy

Towards a dull future for which I hold no key

Sluggish and haggard steps mistaken for dreamy

 

 

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Courtesy imgarcade.com

 

I walk through morrows

Broken memories my staff

In lone shadowland

 

walking drhug or

 

 

 

Spente le Stelle – Emma Shapplin

Memories – Within Temptation

 

 

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