(22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

On The Death Of My Father

My brain has turned to ash, and yes,
My mouth is dust,
And love is grief, and death is
But the loss of trust;
While life is paupered, futures turn,
Feed on the past,
And dwell on words you might have…
If I’d only asked!

No point to dwell again, but yet
I must, I will;
Was there some hint, a glimpse perhaps
You’d long distilled,
Was I so blind, insensible
And dead to grief
That death could snatch you carelessly,
Some petty thief.

Perspectives shift, horizons narrow,
Drift my sand,
Your loss has marked my end, that shallow
Sleight of man,
What now remains of you, I am
Though poor in creed,
For what you were was love, and this
I’ve lost indeed.

1 August 1987

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Comments (5)

Rhyme or not to rhyme, I like both, well written, David. You have expressed the sadness in every line.
My brain has turned to ash, and yes, My mouth is dust, And love is grief, and death is But the loss of trust; Super line.... this line is touch my heart... lovely poem...
A great line...What now remains of you, I am. Thank you David.
I can fully relate to this piece. Every thing i've been through, thought and felt, is written here. A very moving piece David.
favorite parts: “And dead to grief That death could snatch you carelessly, Some petty thief.” “I must; I will; ” and: “What now remains of you, I am Though poor in creed, ” I appreciated the rhyming, and though I think a poem not so true to the rhyme scheme MIGHT have allowed you to communicate better to me, it is a very personal poem and I liked it. thanks for sharing. bri :)