Severance

 

 

We were alone in a sterile room,

with only the ventilator beating time,

as your memories slipped quietly beyond recall,

and the bond between us was cut once more.

We ceased that instant.

I alone stepped into the darkness of the December night

to face an orphaned future

whose finale had just been foretold.

John Walter Taylor

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19 October 2024

A Question of Narcissism

 

Do you know who I am?

You are a cumulous cloud, hurried across the night sky;

a gilded watch winding down;

rime ice melting with the sun's rise;

the needle of a compass ordained to northern dust;

a wave propelled to breaking point;

a footprint at the ocean's edge;

indigo in daylight;

a thrall to things unseen.

John Walter Taylor

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4 October 2024