seraph, a man in a grain of sand
how far you have fallen
all trace of you got swept beneath
the sea of time, your alleged crime
you tried to pay your respects
to the last breath, but lies still lie and
fidelity has long left the stage
he’s gone, never to pass this way again
you bear the echo of all that was
with the weight of a dead crown
are these the days of clarity
in the sea of time, a bitter wine
lilies grow amongst the skulls now
the aftermath of your unseen war
have you not seen through the tears
you, the unreconstructed man
silence, and dark tranquillity
morning star, you blanch at the dawn
parlay at the speed of trust’s decay
this sea of time, the mere sublime
grief has frozen you to the shoreline
the pain of you reaches into a lie
verging on hope, though god knows why
a quiet smoke seeking ascension’s sigh
who will come for you now
who will comfort you, bury you
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
monkey observe that usually Man have some impatience with poetry. but Man take time for read poem the strand 2X.
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Please thank Man for me, Mr Sock Monkey. Man has very good taste in reading materials! 😉
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Well done.
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Thank you so much!
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sadly, someone will have to dictate it to milton, the poor old boy… (wink, f’ emojis…)
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Hee hee. Thank you, David! 🙂
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Oh very nicely done. Bravo!
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Aw, thank you, Violet! Thanks so much!
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Wow T!!!!
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Thank you, C. That means the world coming from you.
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This touches my heart
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I’m very pleased that it does, Shalilah, because this is a very personal poem to me. It’s nice to know that it’s touching others.
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You guys can be deep and serious at times, and I love it! “Unreconstructed man” is a stroke of genius.
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Thank you so much!
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Very welcome!
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the you beneath
the ocean is your anchor
beaches, a flimsy border
between what you want to do
and what you happen to do
you are as free as the moon
fixed and driven night and noon
posing for a given work or task
not knowing what you should ask
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Now that right there is a nice companion piece, Von. Thank you. 🙂
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You are kind to others, especially where they are most sensitive. Thanks to you.
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the sea of time, a bitter wine: I especially like that line. In fact, I particularly liked the entire poem. 🙂
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You are entirely kind. Thank you so much!
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🙂
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This is amazing, Tony
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Thank you so much, Gregory.
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