Spell

Spell

A Poem by Alistair (Ali)

Still

And
Strangely so
It seems

As if 
the splendid 
Earth lay wait

Inert
in barefoot,
open-door,
propensity
suspended.


Then to
this end abide
by quiet rules

Take mind to kill
the unintended
word that turns
through all of this

But know

I miss you

Still

© 2019 Alistair (Ali)


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oh my goodness...that's just beautiful ... a complete whole with title, body and closing repetition of Still ... you give me the hook to hang me coat on and leave an entire room to explore on my own ... love this poem .. glad i stopped in
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly, for both words and visit- much appreciated!
Best wishes to you.
Said with such eloquence. A brilliant simple moving piece of art.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

2 Years Ago

Hi Andrew, thank you so so much for that, and please forgive the ludicrous delay in reply, I haven't.. read more
I read the Bard here, so graceful, deeply moving, sadly passionate- ‘’triste’.. your poem cries with mourning, remembrance, pain, grief, anger, exhaustion- all of those ultimate emotions that deplete us after the great catastrophic wave of great loss. You so well express our human fragility with your trail of ink blots on this page- still drying. Your beloved sister remembered and revered. She hears you and holds your hand. May God bless and bring you comfort dear friend.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

2 Years Ago

Awww Bless you Annette, thank you kindly and for your kind correspondence over the last months.
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Alistair (Ali)
Alistair (Ali)

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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I write because I cannot paint. I enjoy the flavor of words, their subtle tastes and textures. I savor their spice and their sea salt. They are washed in on tides of thought, and i comb the strand.. more..

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