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An Unpalatable Truth

Contributed by cashfan1 on Thursday, 24th June 2010 @ 05:51:58 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I can remember with absolute clarity
The day you told me the truth.
It was so shocking that a deep darkness
Descended over the workings of my mind.
You were my father, a church man, a good Catholic
Who prayed for weekly redemption, yet you hit me,
A stinging blow struck by an unpalatable truth.
The troubles, you said, were your troubles too,
In that far away land you still called home, even after years
Living in the English capital.
You hated the heavy handed Brits, but am I not a Brit?
Born and brought up in the very city you revile?
You fell silent then and that silence said more
Than the venomous poison of your words.
And even though the years keep chipping away
And time deconstructs my memories of you,
I see you often in my dreams,
Pencil thin and bare backed under a venomous sun,
The ocean below groaning under the weight of uncertainty,
The soft golden sands whispering your name.
Always you are cutting turf with a gleaming spade
And always on your face a grimace tells me
That you, even then, were predicting your own future.
A future in a faraway city that would never be home,
A city fostered on you by circumstance,
A city that would harbour your thoughts
And let fester an unpalatable truth that would never leave your mind.

Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2010-06-24 05:51:58]
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Re: An Unpalatable Truth (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Thursday, 24th June 2010 @ 03:00:47 PM AEST
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I Can feel alot of pain in this piece of writing and at the same time can admire the beauty of expression born out of the anguish.....Pencil thin and barebacked under a venemous sun, the ocean below groaning......the soft golden sands whispering your name,with great love comes great pain,well written

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