Neverending Farewell

Neverending Farewell

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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Or the farewell that would not end. To a young poet that had gone before us in January 2005.

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You had never a grown-up been
but all the world entirely seen
the great capacity of your mind
in a few poems you left behind

without a word, no clue foreseen
half-year before you turned eighteen
surrendered to the daily grind
no joy sun's rise or set did find

none of us that here remain
your secret heart we'd never gain
throughout the years that we have tried
countless tears we cannot hide

poetry gives no recompense
the gift of verse its only sense
this sorrow's only hope to mend
when our life's journey meets its end




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© 2011 Red Brick Keshner


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I'm always touched when a poet dies before his or her time: Keats, Owen, Shelley, Plath... and think of all the words which remain unwritten.

poetry gives no recompense
the gift of verse its only sense
this sorrow's only hope to mend
when our life's journey meets its end

Posted 13 Years Ago


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The words will live on forever.

Posted 13 Years Ago


deeply touching......so many poets have died too soon.....or tragically

Posted 13 Years Ago


You use old world style to convey immediate modern emotions...tragically lovely

Posted 13 Years Ago


The gift of verse its only sense....wonderful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Exceptionally beautiful poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


To lose someone like that is so painful..and the poems I'm sure are bittersweet. A heartfelt tribute to your friend. xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


i like this. more a tip of the cap to an old friend than a mournful eulogy. regretful, but still mindful of the beautiful spirit of the person lost. great stuff.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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so well written!! brilliant use of couplets here! I agree with Kerry - all the words unsaid... but then I think that adds to their greatness, the mystery, what could have come from that famed pen hmm let our imaginations wander away with that never-ending farewell!! needless to say I like!!! haha

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm always touched when a poet dies before his or her time: Keats, Owen, Shelley, Plath... and think of all the words which remain unwritten.

poetry gives no recompense
the gift of verse its only sense
this sorrow's only hope to mend
when our life's journey meets its end

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful.. the way you write it.. its beautiful.. flawless

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Red Brick Keshner
Red Brick Keshner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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Perhaps poetry is the only palpitation of my thoughts and experiences. It becomes a commentary, a puppet theatre on what is observable and discernible from the vast expanse of the human condition. Eac.. more..

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