incarnartion
Those days of bruised skies
And sweet frailties
When I proclaimed to the world
I would never become you
Seem so long ago
And now my wife
Lies alone
Crying
And I look down
And see your hands.
Comments
A powerful vignette , Stu to ponder over ; it grabbed me - a sense of dislocation from the past is sometimes valuable. As you get to my age, it all seems so academic in some way.
Thanks so much for you glowing comments on my London extravaganza. I'm on safe ground with a bit of history I think!
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Stu Buck
Wed 30th Sep 2015 17:49
hello. for some reason WOL isnt telling me when people comment on my poems. annoying. anyway, thanks for the comments. sins of thy father indeed. all seems so cyclical and unescapable.