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ENDINGS

A series of 11 short poems

 

End of a Galaxy

 

A blink

In the silent depth of night

 

 

As the last leaf of the beech tree

As the silent tear of my love

 

 

 

End of Harmony

 

I see her dancing on the sands

 

I see her                                     as she sees me

and in that moment

sand, sea, sun, surf

vanish in the vortex

until

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Danse Macabre

Too much was lost in silence

too long the time that winds

between our words of love and passion

with communion only in our minds

 

Too much assumed in union

of our two souls' mute desires

but I did not see her inmost needs

or hear how quietly pain suspires

 

I should have peeped inside

while she nightly dreamed in peace

to glimpse her mind's apparel

as it dan...

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Words

words

            no man should know

            or say

words

            no child should hear:

            parent, pray

            to be spared.

as he sat with his sons at home

and struggled to find

words:

he knew

            she will never return to us

he knew

            she is too ill

 

In a time when she was strong

for them

as her body weake...

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Passing

Time stretched as she faded;

Lengthened, folded in on time

Extended, never ended.

 

Eternity must have seemed

An earthly hell

Peopled intermittently by friends:

A nightmare dream of pain and daemons

 

What superhuman will

Kept her through those summer months

What need, desire or wish

Held death's sad end at bay?

 

In the end, fading faded

Light left, sy...

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Revelation

The shock was solid as a punch

That left me breathless, faint, unmanned;

So obviously lost that chair and water came

And it was I – so very briefly – nursed

Until my mind began to grasp the truth it had shunned.

 

How could I not have guessed or known

The woe, the pain, the destruction?

After all these many years, my failure to feel –

My hiding from the very possibility ...

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