Sunday, November 30, 2014


               Lines For Beckett

                          13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989







                      He who propels life forward to death
                 from April to December
                             by day    by night
                                                   for many cycles of spring
                                                                       musing
                               to blind tides  
                                         deaf skies

                     a kind man
                    with unwithered love
                               of all mankind
                                           he who propels
                                                                        a woman
                            in a wheelchair                                                            towards us
                                       she  who propels                                                             destiny

                    We hide from the knowledge in their eyes
                   we want life to go on forever
                                                                                                                  sun always shining
                                 if it rains
                                        we want a rainbow




                                      © Dick Russell, 2014




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