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Those times |
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In Memoriam Those times you spoke about, those times, those times, in Canada wasn’t it, though Gloria says Australia, where the wind was cold, so cold, so cold the news, you shivered into breakdown panic, breakdown, panic, into the rest of your life this process, destructive, fear born of family history, family, overwhelming, grand mothers, frightening over the whelmed, sensitive male child, innocent, believing original sin so truly, truly, deeply fear of fear, rejecting religion, rejected acceptance, fear of acceptance, the end, beginning end. |
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| Before my birth, the photos tell the tale of sense, sensitive, beautiful person, man my mother married, man my sister found in the end, the beginning of the end, the man of earliest memories in mythic Wales, where rain feeds fire, where boathouse takes on fame, where sands of Pendine grow special non-speed-record meaning, where Burton climbs Fern Hill in ancient moonlight. |
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How not to rebel in comprehension, how to feel the love we offered to withdraw, a mother’s protection, volatile seasons, how, how to learn to love myself and contradict my eyes, my ears, my each and every day, how, how to relate, how? |
Efforts apologised, sincere, repulsed, squashed, love retreated to the furthest place, wound down intense wound deep granite, immense pressure, suffocate suppressed, frozen lack of pain though thawing, glacier, reappear, renewed, stifling the artic flower, upstart offer, love. |
Till mother took her final leave, and by
yourself no-one there for misdirected strategies, of fear and threatened fearing,
threats of inattention, none, yet none monopolised imposed rejection, dependence,
on whom, on whom demanding sickness, through sickness
deeper, deeper old strategies renewed, reworked, OK now to complain as
of old, |
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In Quiet Am |
And as I watched you motionless,
watching, you let me be there, and I grew, |
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A Journey |
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Returning but look it's time to be open about this you know how your mother and me, well we had to you know I can't tell you look here now and don't you look at me like that, I'll show you what I think of you you see it was hard those times, you grandfather well I don't want to don't you ever say that word again no son of mine I knew it would come to this so proud, such happy, shining eyes, words cut deep silence, deeper are you sure you shouldn't do this for me but isn't it a bit, think you should, no, no, you're doing great, dad. |
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Home The point is now I mean to frankly speaking look hear boyo brass tacks after all it couldn't have happened, nicer person if you take my anyway I said it and would you believe and I've got to get this off my what did you say? These
things are here to get them out, to let them go, in love. |
July 2002 - March 29, 2003.