Dead Poets Live
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Dead Poets Live

Servants of History

Photo by Giammarco on Unsplash

We are both remnant &
spawn of another season
evidence littering the house in
ghosts of the past — photographs
dried flowers, the careful way
a napkin is folded, a glass put away.
How we do this or that
pulls on invisible threads
even cold stone hearts, then
the warmth of a solitary blaze.
The mystery can hit you hard
in a moment of stopping or new
trauma that resurrects the past.
We owe so much but cannot see
or simply forget, recall only hardship
sorrow & bitter stings when all is upheld
by great clouds of unknowing
quietly taking on our debt.

Copyright Simon Heathcote

soulvision.co.uk

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Simon Heathcote

Simon Heathcote

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com