All Soul’s Day

All Souls Day short poem

In memory of Malcolm Lowry

It is a time of wind and rain
and in the green wood
the voices of the dead
coagulate and skim this edge of consciousness.
It is a time of heavy-hearted dread.
It is the day of the dead.
And what have we done
Since the last, lingering death?
Nothing, nada, no
The wicked still prosper,
And the rich come and go
And the world spins the same
As ever it did before
And the poor are as they were they before
Footprints in the snow.
And as this fog surrounds us
And the mist is everywhere
Let these hands of merely humans
Meet in this thin air.

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Pathos is the one word that comes to mind instantly on reading your poem @John Marks..The sense of hopelessness and futility is overwhelming..Just as the life of Malcolm Lowry would have been for him..Though we would like it if you added an explanation in the comments section on publication of the poem why you chose such a bleak scenario to write about a writer as remarkable as him. would it be because his life was mostly dark ?

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

All I could say is that all is fair in love and war. And that goes for all other things too. It pains me to think of it, but it seems there are hidden reasons for the wickedness, or purpose for the sufferings. Whatever they were, I might not believe, nor I want to know. Thought provoking poem.


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