Desperation’s Architect

Patterns and nodes gyrating an ancient beat

Hidden beneath, swirling towards the light

Desperate yearning of years … tempered steel discipline


And on, years later; quests further –

That stubborn heart continued to bleed love;

Still seeking, drawing, welcoming – calling


Flash backs – looking up to empty hands

Hands of concern that had nothing to give;

Dusty pockets, worn eyes – driving him further


NOW – the little I knew of him — too much,

My eyes soften and heart feels the same

“Desperation’s Architect” I’ll call him ….


(RIP Jack Hely, Grandad)





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