"Leave you homesick for a home you never had..."  John Moreland


This rose for all the world

For you, 

These tears for all the dead,

Those empty words of morning tide

This ever-present dread.


Those cloying smells of perfume,

On the dresses of the rich,

This workman stumbling,


His body in a ditch.


September's moon still shining,

On this old planet's doom,

Her wind and tide conspiring:

A chill invades the room.

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◄ In the dread of night

Blue-remembered ►


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John Marks

Thu 11th Apr 2019 20:37

Thanks Stu! j

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Stu Buck

Wed 10th Apr 2019 19:54

excellent john. love the rhyme (which for me is a shock) and the flow is beautiful.

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