In the town of villages,
over at Island Place
behind the man with a message
upon the wall, a face,
as though had opened up a portal,
shining through a veil
of everyone who saw it
each one had his tale.
Coming out of a cloud,
moved and moving, softened with tears,
the cloud became shekinah
enshrouding one of middle years.
In the town of villages,
over at Island Place
while the messenger yet was speaking
upon the wall, a face.
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http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/the-turgid-stem
Face on the wall is an extract from A turgid stem.
Aan Whitehead said,
February 16, 2009 at 12:04 am
This is intriguing does it describe something that happened?? nice poetry an all your blogs, hope you can keep it up.
The Totton linnet said,
February 16, 2009 at 12:16 am
Hi, you is intrigued, I LOVE to intrigue people, all I will say is that it’s not impossible to find out and there is a clue in the poem.