In this stark cold morn,
dew shivers on the line,
the town fox peers
from a castle of grass,
Still;
the moon tipped at venus
is pale wearing night loosely,
fabrics of undulating heavens
cry tears of missed stitches
Gentle moans of anguish
are the collected songs,
wept into cotton and bark
a song less void cocooned
A lone light burns to flicker
spluttering it's waxy death,
A cupboard of memories
lays empty and melancholy
the black dog howls its last
no longer in his drooling jaw,
flightless, yet soaring away
gasping you glide free at last
Books worn & torn from love
find a way out of sacred places,
turning each word with passion
our minds eye contemplate,
no more pages to relish
no more imagination to
gasp at in awe. my song
is the lost works we can
now never adore.
Comments
I get...
a feeling of anguish from someone who admired the poetry of another. Not overly maudlin,
but sad to feel the passing of someone who was an artist admired. The next to last stanza is beautiful. ~ Gee.
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He and Judith Wright
Have always been favourites of mine both New south Welshman and woman and such stunning poets. And having a conversation with him about his poetry and I told him how much I admired him. He gave me a few tips which I've always cherished like treasure. Last thing I said was I'd keep buggering on with my scribbles lol I remember him smiling at that and saying something like dont sell yourself short. I was star struck. Thanks for the read I'll come back to this. I need to add two more stanzas. I'll be very happy for for critiques then. When its done. Properly. As it should be.
Love and higgliest bugs xxx
Hi sis
In the shadow of the grave all seems dark and without purpose. Now ya got Me feeling down.......stan
Bro
I feel so sad. All the poems he will never write. And we can never now read. I think this was a purge something that needed to be out. I'll write something beautiful to honour him. He was a kind man even if my relationship was just in two passing ships. He made such an impression.
Hugs and love take care Bro xxx
hi Jayne
I can't really comment other than to say the lines of the poem are beautiful. Someone you met and someone the world has lost. Its a touching and elegant obituary of sorts. the lost words we can never adore. I don't know what to say but I'm sorry for your loss. I'd be interested to read his poems
john x
Hi John
Mr Murray was born a little under half an hour from where I sit. He died just minutes away aged 80. His poetry is touching. I read somewhere he suffered the black dog as I have done for many years. But all the stories i see now appearing on our local FB page speak of a man willing to share his wisdom. A kind man. A man who was loved by people he never met. My conversation with him was maybe just under 20mins. But I felt a grief at hearing of his passing. His poetry went from the delicate to harshly beautiful. He was a clever man. There isn't a whole lot online but there is some and i know where they are squirreled away. I shall send you an email with as many links as I can find. Plus I'll type out my favourite favourite poem. I dont think its online. But I have the book. My goal now is to collect all his books.
Thanks so much for reading this. It poured out and now I need to work on it. Perfect it as much as possible
Hugs Jayne x
hi Jayne
thank you so much dear Jayne of course I'll look forward to reading and again sorry for your deep loss.
love John Xxx
Dear John
Thanks so much. I've always had so much respect for you and your poetry, you opinion and thoughts are most welcome.
Love and hugs Jayne xxx