FACING OUR HISTORY
Originally posted – 06/09.09.19 – Amended – 04.12.2019 – Re-posted 04.12.2019
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Facing our History
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I walked down to the sea today
and saw a ship on the horizon
I held my face to the cold, grey wind
and thought of happier days.
Of course the sea – brazen, raw and honest
can be a powerful friend
Yet, I live below its surface
where the dark fish bite
Where lost treasure and squandered moments
lay like basking sharks hungry
I hear and see sad tales and lively stories
of old salts and damaged ladies
How relentless the waves
tossed green-grey and golden
However torrid, spangled, white capped
or laden with deep and murky mystery
This meeting of the ways where
so many pointed moments collide
Where the past is formed, shaped, washed
then purged by natures mother
I can see the whole roll of history
from here, spread out before me
The tumbling horses, mossed breakers,
sea washed milestones like sentinels
Timeframes: sticky posts, where the past
spills out like discoloured photographs
The sum of our hidden, saved and
universal, collective memories
I always touch the shoreline to
‘fold away’ now Sunday tea is cleared
There are none others with me
upon this desolate beach
While so many thoughts and persons
do sunder and suffer in this abyss of memory
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writtenbyedenbray06/09.09.2011
ammended-04.12.2019
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Authors note :- This poem was written at a time of personal reflection after illness and it deals with a recurring theme in much of my work :-
‘We were born involved with one another’
My history, your history – although relatively very dissimilar can become curiously enmeshed quite suddenly when we begin to be honest with each other and reveal the people that we are and those fundamentals that have effected all peoples from all walks of life begin to appear from the murky past of our human histories’.
– Deep maybe – but entirely fascinating as are we all – Hope you enjoy –
edenbray-today
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