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Another's Skin

I'm reminded today (again) that we can never know what it is like to live in another's skin. We try hard with poetry at times to make that deeper connection with others, yet still, still we cannot know. We that remain can only speculate.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance;
pray,love, remember: and there is pansies,
that's for thoughts.

Our world is smaller, and poorer, today.

In his words, here.
thoughts from at
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

As a result of several memoirs I have discovered Liam Rector, hitherto unknown to me. Thanks for this one.

4:42 AM
Amy D. Unsworth said...

It's rather fascinating how unknown poets are, in fact. No need to worry about paparazzi even if you're the top of the poet heap.

I wonder if the decision to end his own life was made after a repeat diagnosis of cancer. After going through the treatments myself, I can imagine that it would be difficult to have to face yet another diagnosis and what feels like perpetual rounds of chemo.

Thanks for stopping by Dick. I hope you are well.

Best,
Amy

5:04 PM

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