Mark Heathcote
Poems by Mark Heathcote : 20 / 440
A Poet's Epitaph
No joy is here to stroke away the hours
That love has bent with her mortal powers
So veil not the scaring in your solace-eyes
For they mark well the habitual pages,
Where your sweet incarnate spirit resides:
Mark Heathcote
Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 20, 2012
Poems by Mark Heathcote : 20 / 440
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When read aloud (although the subject is of a tortured soul) it feels a harmonious piece... Almost suggesting acceptance in my mind, as if relishing the pain of being in love... Great piece. Thanks Karen