The Vagaries

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Mere vagaries dwell

On parchment old

Written with quill

In blood

Though, if your eyes

Should read such scribe

You'd flee 

If only you could

But scraping brain

And flesh & skull

The ills 

Shall burrow deep

Such sweetness of

Poetic sorrow

Shall free your soul

To weep 

 

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keith jeffries

Sun 28th Nov 2021 16:19

Stephen,
this is a good poem. A vocabulary and expression which captivate the reader. It also speaks of the power of poetry through human emotion.
Thank you for this
Keith

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