A PORTRAIT OF DEATH
a portrait of death
is still life-
here, but not here.
that last breath-
blew the sail on the ship into The West.
condensed like the sun going down and left
its trace of atmosphere
in every clef
of meaning
of the rune Ing
asking each note of love and laughter
to continue you, here and after-
while you sit, or walk,
or dream
and hear me in a thought,
or touch me in a scene
when I was here
as you remember-
but know that what I brought,
is with you now in moments caught-
when Dali's melting clock
to The Persistence Of Memory,
made Time stop
and stroke your Memory,
so each symbolic ember
can be savoured
in your mind
like favoured
maltey scotch
when the images rewind
the fingers on your watch-
to keep you growing,
in this now of not knowing
the paths that come to you-
to last, and live what's new.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2012. From his book Pomegranate Flesh. All Rights Reserved.
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