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O! daughter dear, on this mid-western afternoon,

When I can see all the way to Sacremento, I cry

For you,  Ariel-blue, in all your golden-girlhood

Too lovely for a life of pettiness and sin were you

You caught a boat to England, never returned.

My heart burns for an extraordinary Jew like you,

Beautifully clever Ariel-blue. And, maybe I didn’t talk

To you like I yearned and wanted to, my tongue is a knot

Of weasels, a clash of monkeys in a cage, a silence in a rage,

And I cannot turn the page or even look at this memory

Of you trapped in this manacled-mind of mine. Twisted

By Mr Inexorable, I was always frightened for you,

By all the bad the world can do to you, Ariel-Blue.

I love you Bumblebee-blue. Ich liebe dich Hummel-blau.

◄ These Uncomfortable Truths

Shelley ►


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M.C. Newberry

Tue 30th Jan 2018 15:25

Real or imagined? It matters not. The content surely sums
up the emotions of regret and remorse felt by many
fathers for the decisions by their offspring to fly from the family nest to a fate beyond their influence or control.

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John Marks

Mon 29th Jan 2018 12:38

Thank you kindly Douglas. But this was a 'found poem' - the muse supplied the words, I was the intermediary. Shamanistic? I don't know...


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Douglas MacGowan

Mon 29th Jan 2018 02:36

What a touching love poem. Beautifully done.

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