In another town, another country She sits, cross-legged on the parquet Smiling as she reads an email from her son on the laptop he bought for her birthday Presently she'll go out to the porch, read a book, put her earphones on He wonders if she still likes Steinbeck or plays Cohen, maybe Doctor John In a corner of her memory do they still walk that raindrenched pier? In a corner of her heart is there a flame, In a corner of her eye a budding tear? For that frozen moment when the Gods Capricious, callous and perverse Decree a storm of words, a thunderbolt Thus sundering the universe He doesn't know her mail address Her son's called Ben, or is it Steve? He could look her number up, I guess But what the hell would that achieve? Slice of life from another time Before the new world would begin Are her memories still shrinkwrapped Or grown stale and powder-thin? In another parallel existence Are their hands and destinies entwined In some futuristic astral plane Is her soul with his aligned?www.guitarsongs.info
Monday, June 13, 2005
Time Space Continuum
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P.J. Murphy poetry,
poem,
Time Space Continuum
Location:
Wexford, Ireland
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