(Picture of me at work taken by a colleague)
This poem was written in the 1990s so is relatively "modern". Really it should have introduced this blog I suppose but hey.... Here it is:
My
dearest reader, seconds ago, before your
Decision
to turn the page, there was nothing.
These
very words were hidden away and thus
Unseen,
to all intents did not exist:
Just
like the beauty of the Jovian Moons
`Til
“Voyager” beamed those pictures back to Earth.
For
You have brought this page to life - yes You and only You!
You
bring along a wealth of memories of your own,
Your
feelings, thoughts, regrets and sorrows, joys
And
fears, your hopes and fantasies.
You
have the mountains of your mind:
Your
personal rivers, clouds and suns: flowers and gasometers!
Landscapes,
dreams and nightmares of your very own.
And
me, as you sit reading this, I might be with you right now,
Dead
and buried, or maybe miles away.
To
you I give the role of God: to breathe your life upon this page.
Take
you away, dear reader, and there’s nothing: formless void.
Yet
now, together, you may join me, in a realm
Where
Life, though challenged by Evil,
Is
warded by our Love.
PAUL BUTTERS
©
COPYRIGHT PAUL BUTTERS 1997. Accepted for publication 1997 in “The Star-Laden
Sky” by THE INTERNATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETRY.
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