Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,875 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

In A Meridians Change Of Planetary Gear - Poem by Mark Heathcote

She that looked not in part but as a whole
Upon me through the windows of my soul
Silently gazed out openly in deep reflection
Unconscious at times I was even present
The power of this dream fuelled illusion
Was my loves innate insidious imperfection
That badly short lived pleasure unpleasant
That all-consuming soul devouring delusion…
An incoherent part of my soul’s conclusion?

She that looked not in part but as a whole
Upon me through the windows of my soul
Still resonates a cold displeasure displeased
That under nourishes my hearts subsistence
In a meridians change of planetary gear
Her thrumming words ice off non-existence
Like a person socially unloving now diseased
She’d vitriol her hate 365 days of the year…
360 degrees around my soul’s world sphere!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014


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