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Originally posted on April 20, 2011 ~ written 27.10.98

grace again

In the depths of me

the sadness folds a linen cloth

a white sheet, a captains ensign

It seems like the colours have drained

as though we turned down

the colour on the tv

In a moment the fire will return

and again our cheeks will burn

for now its a cold and its a hard

The folded cloth could of course

be a flag of peace to fly

a flannel, a comfort for the tears we cry

This wind of change blows so rarely

you are glad it comes at all

tho’ it interrupts the rivers flow

The son rise is so assured

certain as the night is dark

clean with hope, a joy triumphant

Its hard to say what door grace finds

when so many walls have none

but grace is charming like a song.



writtenbyedenbray27.10.98- ammended20.04.11



#PROG-PROSE ~ Progressive Poetry – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation


About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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