|Man Leaning On A Parapet~Georges Seurat|
Ghost In The Machine
“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.”
When the morning is a veil of grey
and the gold is still a closed fist
over the fields the sighing comes
spilled in a tickling mist
from a silver pail of silence
before the anxious birds
begin their nervy chorus,
before the softshell world
uncracks itself before us.
That's when you seem to turn
the breath of lilacs panting
just behind my shoulder,
in whispers hot as ranting;
all you were and weren't
a music changed to noise,
all your fading fragrance
feeding till it cloys.
So, shade, take coffee with me here
where the night and light collide
and tell me what became of
the man who could be kind.
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Challenge: A Birthday in April~Wordsworth
Kerry asks us to take one of three quotes from poet William Wordsworth as our jumping off point today. My choice introduces the poem.
Image: Man leaning on a parapet, by Georges Seurat
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