I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. Thomas Hardy


The seas are wild tonight

As I write, far from any coast;

Speckled with salty brine and afraid,

I spy in the broken mirror

The broken boy who follows me

Following me.

Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:

Still, the ghost of my brother

Stands next to me,

Leaning forward to see

The ghost of my son

Spinning and laughing all around me.



The sea


This star-cluttered sky

We were together:

Only yesterday it was, we laughed

Young, careless, free:

Like the ice-maidens in the wilderness

Like the dolphins in the sea


For love and only love

Can reconcile me.


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◄ Pete

Life on Mars ►


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Mon 27th May 2019 07:33

I can only agree with Vautaw, this is the most beautiful poem,
too beautiful for me to harm it with clumsy words.
Thank you for writing it and allowing us the privilege of reading it.

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Mon 27th May 2019 05:43

Beautiful. Haunting. Poetic perfection. ?

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