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‘A tribute to my lost friend, the wonderful artist Alex Pointer, who chose to illustrate one of my poems, and who has sadly left this realm last year.’ Lost to the secret valley… Time now is vast, all over for you, leaving so fast Drifting, twirling, to find a home on the grass Ground soft beneath your feet, sky above blue Standing quietly, focus , take in all of the view This place, this beauty, it’s where your Pan lives Then a tiny touch from behind, now you draw breath Not turning, but you can feel his warmth on your nape Clops, as he moves off jingling, his big toes scrape A horn blows quiet at first, then strident as he passes Here now, you’re left far behind, feet in cool grasses Just staring over this place of which you’ve just read Wonderful land, where now you lie, with all you need Before and below, an amazing valley with small stream Gazing down, seeing this languid water, seems a dream First step tentative, but you have confidence in this gorge Over the edge, slipping slightly, yet downward you forge In grass underfoot, rustles abound, there tiny creatures run Further down, birds lift to the sky, all gone, one by one Turn to look back, your face saddens, torn by lost faces Tears ***** your eyes, remembering husband, heart races In your mind, children, pictures, paintings, now sadly bygone A scant breeze kisses, cleaning your cheeks of love forlorn Here in this valley, a halfway place, memories of your reading An intense desire to paint pictures of another’s life bleeding Foot follows foot as you slowly descend into this other’s story Gazing in wonder at this real scene, know that this is Lordly Awareness of toes firm in ground, experiencing grass growth Then near tiny river before you, waiting something you hate Dark, black, bad, and evil, something affecting your life’s fate But as you approach, there before you in glory, bright Pan Brown face, shows both love and sadness, looks to your eyes Then standing proudly, lifts arm, killing it, watching as it dies Turns to you, tears on his face, quietly tells of his affection For you, for your spouse, your family, your life, its perfection With hands he reaches, your fingers he grips, you feel love Then you know his warmth, and you stare into the sky above Pan leads you slowly to the flowing water, there swim fish Flashing many magical colours, waters stirring, tails swish Rustles from behind, tell of much life abounding, if unseen Pan then points downstream towards the sea, land between You let go his hand, walk then beneath the overhanging trees Scented flowers assault your nostrils, plants you squeeze Turn to gaze back, in the distance, you now hear Pan’s trill That pain, the loss you felt, now lost, river running, ears fill Clutching branches, feel their roughness, experience their life Happiness fills your heart, all sadness trimmed by Pan’s knife No more pain, no sense of loss, for you know all will join you Husband, family, friends, not lost, just delayed, this be true Here now, you remember a story you read, one of this very land How you’d loved, drawn and painted, led by his writing hand You’d wished for his wisdom to be real, and here you finally are Free at last to live amongst flowers, existing as if a bright star This chapter in his story written for you to read, gives solace Moving forward along the river, you seek your now final place Bees buzzing, birds flit, over the clear blue water insects fly Bright yellow daffodils on the grass, iris by water flowing by Red wild roses climb the trees, rapidly rapping their branches Vividly coloured damsels whirring, hunting things dancing All this, and much more, the further you progress towards sea Slowly, one sight to another, you know sea will set you free Always pushing forwards, closer, looking to that shining sea Buds, flowers, fruits, together now appear here, all three You pluck a fruit you’ve never seen before, of various colours Tastes so sweet, flavour unknown, stopping by wild flowers Here momentarily you feel the need to take a long, long rest Yet suddenly feel that moving would best, as just a guest Fruit juice drips from your chin, on hitting ground, grows on Here everything seems so alive, constant death then birth Seemingly this is the Goddesses halfway house to reality By the green sea, you somehow know she awaits with vitality Onward you press, to see a young woman who awaits you Dressed in silvery blue, stands out, yet is a beautiful view Saying nothing, she lets you pass, closer you feel a freeze Temperature continues to drop, made worse by breeze And then she’s far behind, winter now long far away and gone Through the still waving branches, there appears another This woman dressed as spring, has come, wears bright greens Approaching, she smiles, waves arm, sends warmer scenes Onwards past, now ahead by the trees, appearing, another This one dazzling like summer, you pass, she’s like a mother Smells of love, hope, and forever after, reminds of happy days Here now the trees branches thin, into sight, red, brown blaze Closer, another woman, stunning beauty, she now awaits, you Her arms outstretched, you grasp her hands, leads to sea Impending final ending, you are led to the one true Goddess Here her daughter Autumn stops before her beloved mistress You feel warm, loved, as your life before you, suddenly flashes This higher power, touches you, behind her the sea crashes Home you feel, all painful essences revealed, but gone forever Brightest of purest hope, as here, now you finally surrender Lift, fly far away, safe from all man’s wrath and harm, now hope Behind those you love so much, but know be with you soon And as the sun fades on another day, shining bright you alight Travel distant stars, ride upon different skies, live with delight Behind husband mourns and cry’s with family and friends near But know this, only the bright stars die young, this sadly clear
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Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC
Lost to the secret valley.
‘A tribute to my lost friend, the wonderful artist Alex Pointer, who chose to illustrate one of my poems, and who has sadly left this realm last year.’ Lost to the secret valley… Time now is vast, all over for you, leaving so fast Drifting, twirling, to find a home on the grass Ground soft beneath your feet, sky above blue Standing quietly, focus , take in all of the view This place, this beauty, it’s where your Pan lives Then a tiny touch from behind, now you draw breath Not turning, but you can feel his warmth on your nape Clops, as he moves off jingling, his big toes scrape A horn blows quiet at first, then strident as he passes Here now, you’re left far behind, feet in cool grasses Just staring over this place of which you’ve just read Wonderful land, where now you lie, with all you need Before and below, an amazing valley with small stream Gazing down, seeing this languid water, seems a dream First step tentative, but you have confidence in this gorge Over the edge, slipping slightly, yet downward you forge In grass underfoot, rustles abound, there tiny creatures run Further down, birds lift to the sky, all gone, one by one Turn to look back, your face saddens, torn by lost faces Tears ***** your eyes, remembering husband, heart races In your mind, children, pictures, paintings, now sadly bygone A scant breeze kisses, cleaning your cheeks of love forlorn Here in this valley, a halfway place, memories of your reading An intense desire to paint pictures of another’s life bleeding Foot follows foot as you slowly descend into this other’s story Gazing in wonder at this real scene, know that this is Lordly Awareness of toes firm in ground, experiencing grass growth Then near tiny river before you, waiting something you hate Dark, black, bad, and evil, something affecting your life’s fate But as you approach, there before you in glory, bright Pan Brown face, shows both love and sadness, looks to your eyes Then standing proudly, lifts arm, killing it, watching as it dies Turns to you, tears on his face, quietly tells of his affection For you, for your spouse, your family, your life, its perfection With hands he reaches, your fingers he grips, you feel love Then you know his warmth, and you stare into the sky above Pan leads you slowly to the flowing water, there swim fish Flashing many magical colours, waters stirring, tails swish Rustles from behind, tell of much life abounding, if unseen Pan then points downstream towards the sea, land between You let go his hand, walk then beneath the overhanging trees Scented flowers assault your nostrils, plants you squeeze Turn to gaze back, in the distance, you now hear Pan’s trill That pain, the loss you felt, now lost, river running, ears fill Clutching branches, feel their roughness, experience their life Happiness fills your heart, all sadness trimmed by Pan’s knife No more pain, no sense of loss, for you know all will join you Husband, family, friends, not lost, just delayed, this be true Here now, you remember a story you read, one of this very land How you’d loved, drawn and painted, led by his writing hand You’d wished for his wisdom to be real, and here you finally are Free at last to live amongst flowers, existing as if a bright star This chapter in his story written for you to read, gives solace Moving forward along the river, you seek your now final place Bees buzzing, birds flit, over the clear blue water insects fly Bright yellow daffodils on the grass, iris by water flowing by Red wild roses climb the trees, rapidly rapping their branches Vividly coloured damsels whirring, hunting things dancing All this, and much more, the further you progress towards sea Slowly, one sight to another, you know sea will set you free Always pushing forwards, closer, looking to that shining sea Buds, flowers, fruits, together now appear here, all three You pluck a fruit you’ve never seen before, of various colours Tastes so sweet, flavour unknown, stopping by wild flowers Here momentarily you feel the need to take a long, long rest Yet suddenly feel that moving would best, as just a guest Fruit juice drips from your chin, on hitting ground, grows on Here everything seems so alive, constant death then birth Seemingly this is the Goddesses halfway house to reality By the green sea, you somehow know she awaits with vitality Onward you press, to see a young woman who awaits you Dressed in silvery blue, stands out, yet is a beautiful view Saying nothing, she lets you pass, closer you feel a freeze Temperature continues to drop, made worse by breeze And then she’s far behind, winter now long far away and gone Through the still waving branches, there appears another This woman dressed as spring, has come, wears bright greens Approaching, she smiles, waves arm, sends warmer scenes Onwards past, now ahead by the trees, appearing, another This one dazzling like summer, you pass, she’s like a mother Smells of love, hope, and forever after, reminds of happy days Here now the trees branches thin, into sight, red, brown blaze Closer, another woman, stunning beauty, she now awaits, you Her arms outstretched, you grasp her hands, leads to sea Impending final ending, you are led to the one true Goddess Here her daughter Autumn stops before her beloved mistress You feel warm, loved, as your life before you, suddenly flashes This higher power, touches you, behind her the sea crashes Home you feel, all painful essences revealed, but gone forever Brightest of purest hope, as here, now you finally surrender Lift, fly far away, safe from all man’s wrath and harm, now hope Behind those you love so much, but know be with you soon And as the sun fades on another day, shining bright you alight Travel distant stars, ride upon different skies, live with delight Behind husband mourns and cry’s with family and friends near But know this, only the bright stars die young, this sadly clear
‘A tribute to my lost friend, the wonderful artist Alex Pointer, who chose to illustrate one of my poems, and who has sadly left this realm last year.’
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Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC
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