Sketches in a minor key

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Remembering her red-golden hair

on a stormy autumn day

Somewhere along the borderland where

Time, held in memoriam, swiftly fades away

Like the leafy-mist which drifts along the hedge rows on this late

October dawn recalling time's past:

emptily, curiously,

Revealing a design hidden 

in these swirls of hieroglyphics,

The wood-smoke of one particular fire burning  our throats on a lost

Once-upon-a-time damp autumn eve full of:

The time-ridden-shapelessness of missing-things:

a fleeting glance into the past:

something else that can not last.

Visions hidden in a mind

aberrant, obsessed, selfishly kind

wisps of cogitation coagulate

Into this diffuse light of another May day.

 

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John Marks

Thu 9th May 2019 20:03

Thanks Jason.😎

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 8th May 2019 23:57

Great poem John, and I really like the title too.

J.

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