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Fragments
1 The little bits of Memory,
no doubt meaningless themselves,
return sometimes to me
and haunt like ghosts of Sin, Regret;
as if, in hindsight, prophecy.
2 How can I trap in words
the odd beauty of industry
estates in Essex during a snowfall?
The quality of artificial light,
the cars retreating and
approaching with their hard angles.
A scent of ugly gasoline
within this drifted scene, somehow
evoking sweet sadness, for now.
no doubt meaningless themselves,
return sometimes to me
and haunt like ghosts of Sin, Regret;
as if, in hindsight, prophecy.
2 How can I trap in words
the odd beauty of industry
estates in Essex during a snowfall?
The quality of artificial light,
the cars retreating and
approaching with their hard angles.
A scent of ugly gasoline
within this drifted scene, somehow
evoking sweet sadness, for now.
Published 10th Feb 2021
Author's Note
These are 2 fragments of poems left unfinished.
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10th Feb 2021 10:54pm
I really enjoyed this, Jack. I felt No 2 encapsulated the intrusion of man into a natural scene mesmerizing prior to such intrusion. Number 1 holds a spiritual significance to me. The Ghost of Memories Past.
