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Blown Away

The ease and simple grace
Of this man who’s died
Cannot be lied about

Cannot be denied.
His echoing presence
Still sings in my head
Still sings in my heart

We’re never alone, never apart
Like the mocking bird’s song:
These mimus polyglottos,
Speakers of a hidden art,
Which sings and recreates

Moments that survive
When we were all alive.
Oh! it’s a sin to kill a mocking bird
And it’s a sin to mock the dead:
Like something found not buried

Like something felt not said.

 

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John Marks

Sat 25th Jul 2020 23:21

Thank you very much for being so encouraging: Adam, Shifa, Mark, Cathy, Po, Jennifer, TJK and Dhara.

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 13:01

I admire this contributor's work...and the quality of his comments on
the contributions of others.

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Adam Whitworth

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 12:59

You're giving us good things here.

I especially like "Like something found not buried".

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Shifa Maqba

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 02:55

Beautifully penned!

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