Where once a solid form existed
there's nothing left but shard.
Tangled remnants, split and twisted,
tossed without regard.
.
Earth ripped and roughly gashed.
Features stripped and shattered.
Levees broken, structures smashed,
strewn about and scattered.
.
And in amongst this mangled mess,
there stands a man forlorn:
too numb to feel distress;
too tired to weep or mourn.
.
At crisis points, when faith is shaken,
it's then, when man feels most forsaken.
.
© Tim Grace, 18 March 2011
Revised: 25 October 2023
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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