A Poet's Epitaph Poem by Mark Heathcote
A Poet's Epitaph
No joy here to stroke away these 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:
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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5/3/2024 1:47:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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