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Mark Hounsell Poem
They lived a long time together.
They grew old together - they died.
Few to say “good-bye” - to see what they had become.
They drifted together in their own dreams
chasing their own stars
face to face with Angels.
Their together hearts filled with resplendent love
growing beyond the reach of others
who may have observed but they never understood.
Alone together - only children and this song sings
that they were ever here.
Lovely she fell first, alone he died - together again.
Copyright © Mark Hounsell | Year Posted 2016
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Mark Hounsell Poem
“Who cooks for you?”
asked the Bard.
Who prepares your meal?
Do you sup alone?
Any condiments?
Salt perhaps?
Spices?
What are you hungry for?
What appeals to your taste?
When you rise in the morning,
What do you desire?
Is it even food?
Or do you look to satisfy something else?
For what do you hunger?
But aside from all that
Who cooks for you?
Whatever it is you desire,
wherever you may roam,
Who paved the way?
Who set the table?
Who made it possible for you
to breathe,
to laugh,
to cry,
to despair.
to hope,
to love,
to live,
to die…?
Do you even give a hoot?
Who preparest a table for thee
in the presence of thine enemies?
So the Barred h-owls his haunting cry,
“Who cooks for you?”
Copyright © Mark Hounsell | Year Posted 2016
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