An attempt at something dark. This poem is about guilt personified and my bid to forget.- 21st June 2012.


Not even in memory.

We shall never meet.
Beryl blue eyes
a warmth - taken and torn.
Recoil crunch
of desert underfoot,
the mutual void;
Dead, with a settled look.
Evil wants a new face,
But we shall never meet,
Not even in memory.




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Written on 2012-06-21 at 16:19

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A bleak piece, my friend, which I applauded on first reading.
The subtle weaving of imagery here hints effectively at the 'bid to forget', to detach from reality. The repeated line 'We shall never meet' presents as an attempt to awaken oneself from a nightmare. I agree with Poppy: a haunting quality indeed.
Excellent writing.
2012-06-24


Poppy
John this has a haunting quality to it.

Sad how we live with our perceived complexes of guilt - and easily they can eat and erode our day to day life.

This is dark but it is also very deep.

A style I know well from you, after reading many of your superb works on TPF - all of which never fail to captivate.

Thank You John for this delicate little beauty.

Poppy ~xx~
2012-06-24