Colin Ian Jeffery

(20th May 1942 / Caterham)


Bones at dying shall not quake
Nor decay with the feasting of the worms
For the spirit of this God loving soul
Shall never harbour in the ground.

For I have burst free with that force
Which drove each flower into the light
And soul tossed by furies of purple storms
I shelter where the mind creates its visions.

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008
Edited: Thursday, June 28, 2012

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  • Min Sia (10/15/2008 9:33:00 AM)

    How deep the words are! ! How it can move ones thought. Such a great poem! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kite Remedy (10/12/2008 12:50:00 AM)

    Yes, it is correct as it is..
    Soul and life will return to the One who give it..
    Great works.. (Report) Reply

  • Sunil Uniyal (10/6/2008 10:40:00 AM)

    Yes, Colin, the body will die, but the soul steeped in God's love will live on.. great write. Keep going and may God bless you. Kind regards. (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (10/2/2008 1:19:00 AM)

    Great write...meaningful...let us all live peacefully, carrying the inevitable cross of life and anticipating a happy ending and a happy resurrection! 10 (Report) Reply

  • Sarah Abdullah (9/24/2008 3:50:00 PM)

    For I have burst free with that force
    Which drove each flower towards the light

    Simply GREAT
    I love your usage of Words (Report) Reply

  • Aijaz Asif (9/20/2008 10:59:00 AM)

    once dead soul departs leaving everything behind.[or i may b wrong] amazingly good and deep write...thanks (Report) Reply

  • Terrance Woolridge (9/13/2008 10:31:00 PM)

    For I Have burstfree with that force Witch drove each flower toward the light. It's a hell of a write man (Report) Reply

  • Monika Marie (9/12/2008 7:59:00 PM)

    Indeed. I can only hope to be as fortunate as this is told. Graceful in many ways. (Report) Reply

  • Nathan Kraft (9/11/2008 6:50:00 PM)

    Very Nice, Sir. I always figure God has a new beginning for me, and a never ending tale I suppose.
    God Bless Colin. (Report) Reply

  • Dr.Wardha Jawdat (9/3/2008 11:30:00 PM)

    what an amazing piece! .....this one is for all the believers in the truth and hope of the hereafter....a true faithful never really fears death...just looks upon it with the hope of a beutific hereafter. (Report) Reply

  • Ricky Lewis (8/6/2008 1:53:00 AM)

    I really enjoy the projected image from the 'purple storms' line. It incites such a vision of abstract emotion and a sort of controlled chaos that is not often seen in poems. I enjoyed this one a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Melissa Coventry (8/5/2008 7:29:00 AM)

    I am in awe of the amazing images and emotions that you create in the reader through your wonderful poetry. Likewise to other readers this poem inparticular reminds me of other great poets and writers especially David Malouf with your distinct style of writing and overwhelming imagery to the highest quality.

    Will be reading more,
    Mel xxx (Report) Reply

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