Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 22,986 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Poet's Epitaph - Poem by Mark Heathcote

No joy is here to stroke away the hours
That love has bent with her mortal powers
So veil not the scoring in your solace-eyes
For they mark well the habitual pages,
Where your sweet incarnate spirit resides:

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  • (3/12/2012 2:08:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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