Sat there on an after the night before wall
a too low you'd think to contemplate a fall wall
head in hands re-running the looped moment
when the heart big as an ox let the head have its day
the tongue loosed to have its way
said a thing he knew he'd never say
plead as much as you like - this is not who I am -
alas, some words can't be taken back
once they open the sluice that holds the dam of guilt
but guilt never served the soul as penance
nor kept the mind from fracturing into disarray
in the dark days when hope and people fall away
family, friends and Windsor House caught him
healing days rebuilt the present from the mine
of years of fragments garnered from the lives
he shared now clipped, snipped, combined
the essence of these people, this place, these times
his journey and theirs synthesised
in paper pasted homage
by the man who makes collage
Barney, very interesting poem, I enjoyed reading it. Another 10 for you! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting word play and wonderful rhyming wow. Yes words can't be taken back easily. I ESP liked hoy u rhymed in homage with collage, nice choice there. Kudos. So nice to read from u again poet.