Blue

 

Forget me not blue

As an Alaskan blueberry

Endurance is a flower

A bulb in winter’s depth

A rare-repeated wonder:

A sin we must forget.

In this-world-of-my-creation

In this world-of-make-believe:

Cancer, the death of children,

Are falling autumn leaves.

 

I see a road before me

A  road I walk in vain

A road through Trawden, Lancashire

A road that’s not the same.

All roads lead to heaven

And all roads lead to you

And all these roads are empty

Of eyes of deepest-blue.

 I loved the rainy mornings of my life

And I never thought that friendly mountain passes

Would ferry me away, like this,

But  now happy times are seldom

And the rain runs away with me.

From holiday beach to temptestous sea

The thunder clouds gather like swarms of angry bees

I have lost my faith in the indomitable sea.

And I have lost my faith in humanity

I sing only one song now

 

O! the mechanical movement of the sun

Sunshine blooms and nectar spreads

Like a tender, living  tree

Covering  all that’s dappled, fair, free

Like a changeling in the ocean

Like the mermaids in the sea, and unlike me.

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◄ An adamantine distress

After reading the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore ►

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Vautaw

Thu 14th Nov 2019 04:48

John, I hope you never stop writing. Your words are nectar to our souls. I really love this one, like so many of your poems. Write on my luminous poetic friend.

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poemagraphic

Wed 13th Nov 2019 21:00

lost for words.

Your last three words John, silenced my inner voice as I reached the full stop.

Pondering the ending still

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poemagraphic

Wed 13th Nov 2019 20:56

Lost for words, pondering on your last two words
Po

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