All Walls
Sooner or later
all walls fall.
The fire of time raged
as I fiddled and fanned the flames.
And now, this plundering
for a suitable truth
or all embracing excuse
in the embers of memory
An inexpressible
gleaming confirmation persisted -
given to youth, but not to understand,
"Save in the tapestry of afterthought".
But, "The bride had consented
The gallant came late".
So, one day I took the train and left,
home truths panting in the distance,
that perennial love least of all
and sprinted off into the future.
To make good my escape
I built a castle of commitment
in the shade of bonded memories
Ambition led,
I fled to every battle
to prove myself his equal
in courage and in truth.
But abstractions don't always determine
the choices we're moved to make.
In the end, forced moves or not,
the choice is ours alone.
And there's no-one left to blame now.
He's gone, "over bank, bush, and scaur"
looking better by the day,
as I fall ever deeper
into this unravelling,
this chaos of criss-crossed lives
where the only one that's real
seems to matter least.
Anyway, somewhere too far
into one cul de sac too many
I finally found my feet
but only half prepared,
I turned to face, to chase,
the falling leaves,
to resurrect
the evergreens and forget-me-nots
I'd struggled to cremate.
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poem by Jim Hogg
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