Last Poems

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His – “last Poems”
Never felt quite complete
So he never stopped the silver beckoning

Poets – ended, with their voice lost
Unread, bundled for mediocrity
Not on record, but perished

Perhaps in a family journal
Found by grandchildren
Read for the briefest of moments

We all only but utter half a tune –
His poetry was thin-lipped madness
Writing to a Bridegroom, inside the self
Whose voice was a call from Eternity.

5 thoughts on “Last Poems

  1. “Perhaps in a family journal
    Found by grandchildren
    Read for the briefest of moments” :
    These lines are so poignant. I really loved this poem.

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