Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 23,638 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

We're All As The Wind On The Ether - Poem by Mark Heathcote

In spite of our trivial, endeavours
Life isn't a key broken, nor a glass shard
Turned to please; cut by millimeters
Nor a jewel anyone should disregard
In order, to pawn, repay debtors.

Neither is it a charmed treasure either
That keeps just one in warmth
We're all as the wind on the ether
One terse word transforms-
Us into thunder a hellish transceiver.

The heart isn't a turnstile you spin
In hope of making one man, smile
The soul isn't a flower you nurture
Or own disown or buttonhole pin
In making, a connecting, merger.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2016


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