Adamantine Blue

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Forget me not blue
blue as an Alaskan blueberry.

Endurance is a flower
a bulb in winter’s depth
a rare-repeated wonder:
a sin we must forget.

In this-world-of-my-creation
in this world-of-make-believe:
cancer, the death of children,
are falling autumn leaves.

I see a road before me
a road I walk in vain
a road through Trawden, Lancashire
a road that’s not the same.

All roads lead to heaven
and all roads lead to you
and all these roads are empty
of eyes of deepest-blue.








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John Marks

Thu 2nd Mar 2023 21:59

Thank you Hélène, Stephens, Frederick, Holden, Adam & Keith.

“Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun."
--From the poem "Doom of the Exiles", written 16 April 1954

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