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Passing By

  • Jul 31, 2021
  • 1 min read

Light blurring

through stone grey

footsteps following

in breath’s rhythm

stopping

looking over

left and right

through fallen brown

and slow death

standing in diffused blue

alone

listening

perceiving silence

in narrow lanes

muddied by ancient boots

that trod the verge’s well

where loss

lingering long

with tears stinging

in fear’s grip

curls a gnarled coil

of a dark affair

creeping in and

scratching innocence

in satisfying

dark desire.


Kindness calls

giving way

to beam of sun

stretching a smile in

a broth of calm

breaking shallow breath

catching Hope’s air

in deep arrows

to diaphragm

where springs

summer rain

quenching the dust

of dry shame

where rest

in green

is a passing reel

of heavenly glee.


 
 
 

1 Comment


Jackie Kirman
Jackie Kirman
Aug 11, 2021

The poem seems to carry a weight of history and loss - and there is a feeling of movement

- physical and through time. I love the use of colour, and the long first stanza that you take in one breath. Very moving, full of complexity

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