HYACINTH …

Hyacinth

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I would never have put this out, so seemingly strangely

It took me over like a whirlwind over Polynesian islands

The absence of joy somehow only increases our paranoia

The deep hurts we carry become more the trials of each day

The mountain higher, the road longer, in search of your smile

And Hyacinth, so pretty though her voice is cracked & broken

Her white teeth describing sallow cheeks, both dusky and brown

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We all invest in princes, knights, saints, it is our common plan,

We light our fires & raise a glass to a statue of the common man

The civilisation of masses leaves the albatross alone to wander

Humility so lost to the children of techno where megabyte rules

And bandaids became a solitary punctuation of our compassion

Where once knelt nuns, friars surrendered to the hope of heaven

Hyacinth Maharajh ~ just a distant recall on a lonely mountain 

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writtenbyedenbray07.11.19

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hyacinth

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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