For Cathy, poet

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Love...cultivates. Goethe


We walk a steep and slippery way,

Mixing senses in synesthesia's way,

It seem as if I am a chorus in a play.


We feel by measures hidden from the eye

Time borrowed, days wasted, time goes by,

I choose to walk a steep and scattered way..


Winter seeps me into sleep, as my soul flies,

To the gist of an art unborrowed from the eye;

I learn by going, where I have to go, inside.


Dark holds imagination in thrall, fear reverberates

Into the terror that, I know, can paralyse my eyes,

I wake to sleep and take my waking home with me...


Some seek with all their senses stripped away

Others watch as skies fade to a kipper-grey,

I love the ever-changing melding of night and day.


I seek to shake off this edifice of days

Time falls away, as the wise woman prays,

She dreams to make her waking slow...


Mingles prayers with softly falling snow...

.And at the closing of the day, we'll know.



◄ For John Donne, poet

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John Marks

Tue 10th Dec 2019 22:22

Thank you Vautaw and Tom. Sometimes we forget that poetry can take us on a journey - that leads us inside out. 😎

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Tue 10th Dec 2019 13:24

Fantastic writing John, really enjoyed the tale and its telling.

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Tue 10th Dec 2019 01:13

Wow John, you have created a masterpiece with this one! From the first line, I feel as though you are leading a journey through the wild open moors on a magic carpet ride that serenades the soul and makes us fly high between valleys of slumbering reality. Thank you. 🙏 I’m adding this to my book of favorites where your poems have a commanding place! ❤️

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