i had become rich with a vast collection of nouns
but still I was a prisoner locked in by my own verbs
while there was respect in a tentative surrender
to the rules of grammar it turns out it was all in my imagination
in life skin next to mine more often would have been nice
but sometimes we conspire with events to live alone
in death the intimacy of soil and the caress of worms
might be the next most beautiful thing
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Cameron McClure is the pen name of a retired Chartered Surveyor who lives in Northern Ireland. He writes to find out and express what it is like to be himself and reads to find out what it is like to be someone else. His writing explores identity through memory and place and the spirit which animates us all. He is interested in all expressive arts, and in philosophy psychology and physics. He enjoys cryptic crosswords, board games and solving puzzles in general. He would be a lesser person and lost without a dog beside him.
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