The Poetry of Jack Mashman
 
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                    Time waits in the shadows
                 at the edge of sleep
                 shrouds the enchanted lake
                 ancient wisdoms
                 brew a secret alchemy
 
 
 
 
 
                                            Somewhere on a foreign field
                                            soldiers in trenches
                                            hands cupped to hold the flame
                                            wait for the signal
                                            their final communion
                                            ghosts on a memory of grey light
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                       Sometimes I feel a sense of loss

                      for those who have no home

                       who wander the streets

                       in search of love

 

 

                       I wonder too

                       about life without you

                       about the heavens

                       without a star

                       or the Earth with no trees

 

 

                       The wonder   is

                       I have all of these

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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