A backwards look in the mirror…
By Mark Heathcote
Thu, 21 Jun 2012
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I’ve seen those eyes before like pack-ice
Residuary-melting, scraped off the floor
Beats me how, an addict beats the count
And rises; from the canvas once more.
I’ve seen the glue-sniffers dazed, erect
Wall-flowers with those same said eyes
That says nobody even cares for me.
“Now that loves taken its leave I devise.
To drink, listen to the clink, clink—clink
Of ice till I’m once again, ready to rise”.
Gaze …eons into the future and bethink.
The love of a woman will be my prize.
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I really enjoyed this Mark.
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I really enjoyed this Mark. The second stanza is just fantastic. I wasn't sure about the the comma between 'how' and 'and' or the semi-colon on the line below in the first stanza - I think it interupts the flow, but other than those two minor things, this poem hooked me in with it's melancholy, but left a residual feeling of hope.
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