Mark Heathcote Poems

In the beginning
formless and empty
the waters
separated
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Oh, you're like a crocus with a pot of gold for a heart
Oh, you're like a diesel train noisy and dirty
Lord, how I love you.
Lord, how I love her.
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Time is often-
dreamed as longer than time exists to be?
No -need to smell the rank-rose over to discern
the dying abominate bee. As with each new flower,
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Be my valentine-
this year and evermore
be my valentine
it's you, I adore.
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We see images reflected like for like.
And ask, which one is a non-existent clone.
Which is quiet, which is moving unalike?
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What if your head were a vase of flowers?
Where the stars all bloom and wilt together
would you still feel severed from your roots?
Would those lilies glow like spotted newts?
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Our tears are tending to the stars.
With every tear, we blink.
A fractured crystal flowers its ink.
Opens its bottomless reservoirs,
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And we are hopeless to surrender
Hand our hearts over the counter
Eyes veer to spot a suspender
Secretly-wanting an encounter.
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Between them, separating us, this white piece of paper
all hopes of a future, now sadly annulled.
Their marriage over divorce settlement-finalised
one parent's hand grasped instead of another.
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People don't want to accept their love is over
It's just another hurdle, another bunker.
Sweetheart, darling, say this isn't closure.
Given time, sweetheart, we can still recover.
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