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Paul Hopkins
Poems


These poems were written by Shelley Hopkins' husband, Mark, to accompany some of her paintings.  The one below, Beach, was written for Shelley's painting, Of Tides and Times. 


Beach

 

Of tides and times

Of soft dune climbs

 

An unseen moon can wax and wane

 

Pulling on my repentant soul

Taking always its remorseless toll

 

A reminiscence to soothe, to be sane

 

The previous crossings of the water and sand

By choice or unduly dragged from this land

 

I glimpse the distant shore

 

They call to me from when they could

A whisper on the swells misunderstood

 

I turn and am no more

 

Of castles carefully construed of grains

Of listless vessels and porous seines

 

This beach, this place, that time

 

But the apathetic moon revolves unset

Turns and burns ‘til I regret

 

Their end, before mine


Of Tides and Times

Of Youth

 

 

And so it is

Through the eyes of a child

Wishing a day of no end

A freedom so wild

 

Beseeching the sun up on high

As it rolls to the west

The shadow growing longer

Puts wishes to test

 

No Tomorrow at all!

In an innocent’s gleam

Right now is the only

The moment supreme

 

Tomorrow seems of more import

As time presents its bill

Putting off and planning ahead

Beholden takes its fill

 

Be wary of tomorrow!

A lesson from youth to older

Lest you find the best of times

Only over your shoulder


 

Remembrance

 

 

 

The day I fell will long be remembered

By others better than I

For the mind can be bothered by a blow

To blacken the light of the eye

 

Clarity of the moment cannot be found

Though not for lack of seeking

It has disappeared in a foggy shroud

A memory must be in keeping

 

The passage of time cannot be blamed for this loss

For to lose one must own

And although the flesh was there at the time

The mind had mirthfully flown

 

In a house of sage on a floor of age

Old hat on young head did own

A smile so bright charged the night

And the bolt was savagely sown

 

While the heavenly haze of that eve does claim

The memory so blurred and banded

The elephant on an island displays

The luckiest has yet landed.


 
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