sheltering sea

I lie
in bed
lost
in a
world
of
memories
and
voices
my carer
comes
yet her
soft voice
heals not
the pain
of parting
for as
my mind
and
inner space
are filled
with
harmony
and
grace
I
know
that
though
my time
is
not
yet
come
calm
I am
as
calm
can be
as if
in the
lee
of a
sheltering
sea
after storm
we
kiss
and curlews
mark
the shore
with
solitary cries
of
home
all's quiet
now
all's
gone



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-05-23 at 00:56

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Mark J. Wood
It's not fair on the carer, but the softest and kindliest of voices can rasp you out of your thoughts and bring you to the brink of evilling them. Just as I write this, a colleague interrupts me - watch the news tonight: murder in Leamington - victim's throat still missing.

Mark.
2007-05-23


penfold18
This was beautiful to read and somehow reminded me of my mother in hospital full of inner calm.
2007-05-23