Angela Mari Bizley 1956

A Poem she Wrote in 1956


Never again to see your face,

Unhappy thought

never to hear your voice or

Feel your touch

To miss the waking and

The resting down

And all the dear familiar

Things I love so much

A bird’s song will not

Sound so sweet

The bluest sky will never

Lift my heart

Nor will I feel the crisp

Snow ‘neath my fee

No happiness if we should part

and yet what else

What other answer now

For love’s  bright flame has

Now become an ember

With just a spark to see

It never was

And only the best time

to remember


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Learning to become a hermit. 2013 still learning. It is tough when there are so many humans around.
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