shayarisms4lovers June18 211 - The Ghost of Lawrence | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

The Ghost of Lawrence | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

Not too close but with distance an image I see as I scan, broke up into bits and pieces to emerge in the shape of a man, as a figure come out of the Negev with nothing but sand to inspire, as a nobody riding a camel to a Prince in royal attire, mirage to distort his progress led both through a lake of a lie for the heat made wet from a blistering sun no blistering sun would deny, as his camel would last forever to drink an eternal well when the sky is raw from the midday sun and the midday sun is like hell, when he crossed the devil’s anvil he had come from a temperate clime, what hammered him out to his resolve as a ghost from the passage of time, a waterhole to remember and crackling fire on the sands, for the desert is cold when crowded with stars that he holds in the palm of his hands; the camel complains in the rising as in rising so long ago, as they fade to the east and the dawning how time will forget to show.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 55 - Song of the Boy | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

Song of the Boy | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

He is the boy with a wooden toy and as now is never then, he fashioned me as the man you see and lives with me in the memory that we visit again and again, I don’t think how he is with me now as we smoke in a tinker’s hollow, as we wave and climb from the grasp of time to have no sense for the morrow, had lots of fun with a flying bomb when the the search-lights combed the sky ’til the blasted fact of the broken glass left uncle Jack with one eye! What rumbled above left hope below when sirens would wain and wax, when hate fell in the dead of night while lovers laid down on their backs, and through it all as we recall we shook at the apple – trees and bruised we were as the windfall there when the vicar was down on his knees, when father came home with a shoulder roll defending the northern seas, to remember how he returned no more from fighting a mad man’s disease, how our world was large and endless as we straddled a farmer’s mare when we both would ride to the other […]

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