There’s a sanctuary back in that recent past - with
a host of poetry awaiting perchance it’s rereading
As we’re not dead & buried yet they chorus, you’d
well know, so pray we’ll get a sharing - and c’mon
Back now y’hear, without that distressing habit you
claim’s an invincible poetic ear for innovativeness
We don’t need to be changed - just read aloud, as
in the creative way you made us ring joyfully in the
First place; - a blessed moment that never ceased
being anything but our sole ‘reasoned into’ identity
It’s an evocative plea, redolent in rhythm’s memory
of powerful words - text that appeared instantly an
Idea formed sibilant shape, with lips framing short,
sympathetic nuances of the same into sounds for
The inevitable trip down memory lane; & yes, you
agree - that harmony can’t be shaken away …
© 17 March 2017, I. D. Carswell
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