my goodbye friend

I've googled up that rough-necked town

you ended up dying in

on the edges of a remote wilderness,

not unlike Dodge City  

but without the horses 

and probably only the odd good time gal for comfort.


Where the bracken surroundings veiled with dew-laden spider webs

and deathly silence waiting for a weak-kneed summer

you never lived to see.


No more shabby lonelinesses for you.

In my memory, you will always remain eighteen years old

that face bum fluffed with soft hairs you thought made you a man

that expression the unforgettable one

broadened with a smile

naively suggesting immortality.       

◄ strange singer

snobby brother ►


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Rose Casserley

Wed 17th Jan 2018 13:54

thanks as per grampsies!

Rose 💋

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Wed 17th Jan 2018 11:41

quite beautiful in a sad way.

P&S xx

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Rose Casserley

Tue 16th Jan 2018 23:02

thank's Trev, Jems, Leon, Desmond and jane.( lovely to hear from you again j.w, ) no concerns needed over this poem being of a personal nature, it isn't

nevertheless, I am moved by your assumptions so to speak.

Rose 💋

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jane wilcock

Tue 16th Jan 2018 22:27

very evocative, I enjoy this a lotxx

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Jemima Jones

Mon 15th Jan 2018 19:58

As always Rose when you write about those who have died or are suffering I become concerned they are not about real people that you know.Is that the case here? A very moving poem.Thank you.Jemima.

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Trevor Alexander

Mon 15th Jan 2018 11:40

What a poignant piece, Rose. A story told with economy, yet filled with expression. Lovely.

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