Words Chosen (Seamus Heaney)

He chose carefully


such as leave and twig

Ditch and stream

Manmade shovel and


Hands that laboured


echoed their rhythm and


through time and space

Gleaned from landscape and


yet tainted with

Ambiguous memory

Cantered with subtle pace

Stained black on white

left to sit

as ink on paper

like crumbs on table

Remnants of a life…..

Thatcher Doran


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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