ardors grip
blinding as searing light
tears open caring heart
anger as old as creation,
tears at family daisy chain
crushing stems
leaving it broken
unhooked green stems
wilting broken asunder
where was the stars
and the open eyes
heart chimed
a mother resolute
that a son will be
not dead to her
but salvage
to be gathered
and supported
mending can be heard
in the blur of tears,
fragile dreams
will be recovered slowly
with different endings
when the darkness
vanishes
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Journeyman
Ivan Hare 18/06/27-09/01/13
Journeyman
travel not far from my side
alone you will never be,
a dream connects
heart will talk,
deep valleys will not contain
mists draw across
by fingertip i will find,
life a container
a shell that holds
essence and essential you,
written on memory
indelible unsmudged
now slipped
will not escape my grasp
i feel you
as on new travels
across tides
that will wash my cheeks,
will see you
as a new shadow at my side
never forgotten
for my father Ivan Hare son of Wilfred Hare and Nellie Cubbin a fantastic father and friend loved and missed
Spill
another early poem to give an idea of how the old mind works
brittle porcelain features,
shatter on the fallen
marionette,
fragments form
grotesque patterns,
as kneeling you touch
and weep,
each piece gathered
in your apron,
poured into the trash
clattering as aberrations
of your heart.
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