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Near is very far
Space, time

Dark star
A black hole for
A wandering soul.

There’s a vastness that appals
White walls.

Scurrying through
The corridors
Of the Christie, this Monday morning
Meeting Emile, yes, named after Jean Jacque’s eponymous hero.

Married at the weekend, it has spread,
He fears he’ll soon be dead.

His Caribbean lilt
Echoes in my head.

We smile and laugh and joke with the nurses
As they try searching for a vein
In vain.

What else can you do?
Blue’s still
The colour of blue.



Inner city blues ►


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John Marks

Mon 24th Feb 2020 22:37

Thanks Keith.😎

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keith jeffries

Sun 23rd Feb 2020 23:30

You enrich us with your poetry. Keep on going my dear friend.
Love and blessings

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John Marks

Sun 23rd Feb 2020 14:31

Thank you, as always, Keith and Tom for your constant encouragement of any talent that I have. I am a curmudgeonly old sod and very trying but I do appreciate your support. John

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Sat 22nd Feb 2020 23:43

John, this is something else. So potent in such few words. Coincidentally, I was listening to The Great Gig In The Sky while reading this and the combination was sublime and something I thought you might appreciate.

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keith jeffries

Sat 22nd Feb 2020 23:25


my father entered these portals many years ago. I was with him and my mother. " a black hole for a wandering soul". I feel the impact of those words.

Thank you

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