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This is a poem about grief and loss. But there is a gentleness to this grief that is both warm and reassuring. There is a joy in the recollection.

A grey path runs beside the metal lake

past empty winter trees. You are there,

a tiny figure with your back to me,

walking away, your red jacket bright,

and the only coloured thing. This photographby lake

one of the last I have of you. We walked

together on that path so many times

to where it curves away, and out of sight.

Michael Thorley

Michael Thorley is an Australian poet who writes in both traditional and free-verse forms. His book Sleeping Alone can be purchased at Ginninderra Press, ACT #mce_temp_url#

Clip Pic: Okaiuz’s Photostream: #mce_temp_url#

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This untitled poem of Michael Thorley’s is simple. It captures the everyday yet it shimmers with something ethereal. It hints of things beyond knowing. 

in the church

security camerasangel

how strange

these bother me more

than God’s all-seeing eye

Michael Thorley

Michael Thorley is an Australian poet who writes in both traditional and free-verse forms. His book Sleeping Alone can be purchased at Ginninderra Press, ACT #mce_temp_url#  

This poem first appeared in the Stylus Poetry Journal, Eucalypt 5: #mce_temp_url#

Photo Clip: Anna Theodora: #mce_temp_url#

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