Titanic Chains - Poem by Mark Heathcote
How do I couple these titanic chains?
Any longer in a disused railroad, yard.
How do I grasp a rainbow?
By all its foundation roots,
When even now lowly flowers refuse
Too extend their tendril shoots.
Display their turquoise colours.
The colours that represent—
The heart of the spoken word:
These flowers on a mountain slope!
That once opened like spring water jets
Clear lines of communication; between …us.
How do I fix - what won’t hold any glue.
How do I hover like a predator in the sky?
With a passion too love you as you…
Would have me do…
So our turquoise has turned a deeper
Shade of blue and spiritually,
There’s no more communication; apart from—
Two angry engines in a disused railroad, yard.
Wanting to climb, in a tug of war!
The top most summits turquoise stream.
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