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Neptune
by Richard VinceWe have reached the end, it seems,
And yet everything continues,
Drifts through nothing in
Sure uncertain hope of finding
Somewhere else.
Is that where you go when
The night is quiet, the sky is inky,
And the stars look like old friends?
Perhaps after all they are the souls
Of those we have loved and lost.
You are destined to remain
Unfathomable, the one who is never
Understood, standing on the fringe
Of the fringe looking outwards,
Ever onwards.
Your power, it appears, is being
Unmemorable: hiding in plain sight
By fading into the shadows of
The ones who stayed closer,
Shouted louder, sang stronger.
No parlour tricks for you:
Here is the real magic that we feel
So often we forget it is magic
At all; here are you, a part yet
Apart, at home yet alone.
11/08/2020 Posted on 11/14/2020
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johanna May on 11/20/20 at 10:47 PM “ Your power, it appears, is being
Unmemorable: hiding in plain sight
By fading into the shadows of
The ones who stayed closer,
Shouted louder, sang stronger.”
Unobtrusively beautiful, unaware. A good poem is like a flower. Blessing us with its perfume but unaware that just by existing the universe is a better place. |
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