(Poetry) The Dead Can See

Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

The Dead Can See

Who ever said

“The dead can’t see”

Can’t have seen

What’s looking at me.

Late one night

You decide to walk,

Reason from you flies away,

In the darkness of the night.

Forgotten are your hopes and dreams

All you want is to go

Into the graves of her light.

Take comfort here,

My dear, your home.

Leave behind your body now

And you can, forever, remain from tears.

Hatred, sorrow, and disgust

All of these unknown.

Just take my mind

And follow me,

And all will become clear.

The witching hour is not far away.

But we aren’t evil

In our souls,

Or in our minds.

We bath in the light of God

Where all are very welcome

To come and stay,

To kneel and pray,

To give thanks to the spoken words

Of our lordly saints.

I believe my lord, my lady,

In your warmth and good.

I’ll kneel before your altars

And pull back my hood.

(THE DEAD CAN SEE; By A R J Abranson; 07-09-90/19:25)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.


Wild Card Symphonies, Cry To Me & This Graveyard Heart are Copyright ©2015, Angus Abranson. All rights reserved.
Cover design by George C. Cotronis (Ravenkult Studios, www.ravenkult.com) Copyright © 2015 Angus Abranson
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
No reproduction in part or in whole without prior written permission from the author of the copyright owner.

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