Jul. 29, 2021


You would have been forty four this year
Instead you are a permanent twenty six

Your bench has been revarnished by Parks staff
renewed, polished, positioned for the annual

You move through our dreams, a recurring returnee
or present yourself through a trigger of sound or sight

catch us offside or give a painful jab
as if to remind, orbiting in parallel, gone but not

The space here is crowded but never encroaches
that gape, your place, ever there, between the cracks

Peter Clarke

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25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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