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    The Light Beside The Reading Chair Is Weeping
    The Light Beside The Reading Chair Is Weeping
    The Light Beside The Reading Chair Is Weeping
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    The Light Beside The Reading Chair Is Weeping

    By David Francis Jeffery

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    I have always wanted to have a go at trying to write an epic poem. The thing is though, that I've discovered that I have neither the talent, patience or imagination to write a truly epic poem. So these poems are an exercise in longform poetry. None of them have a story per se, I was just interested in seeing how long I could write a poem for. Some of them are longer than others, for that reason.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Francis Jeffery
    Release dateJun 24, 2015
    ISBN9781311417442
    The Light Beside The Reading Chair Is Weeping
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    David Francis Jeffery

    David Francis Jeffery is a writer living in Australia with his wife and daughter. He has a had a few things published here and there and has self-published two chapbooks and a literary magazine in the early '00's. He writes everyday but not everyday does he write something worthwhile.

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      The Light Beside The Reading Chair Is Weeping - David Francis Jeffery

      The Light beside the Reading Chair is Weeping

      David Francis Jeffery

      Copyright David Francis Jeffery 2015

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Final Road out of Rome

      A Robe Finer than Mercy

      100 Years of April - 1914-2014

      Le Mort D'Arthur

      Birdsong

      THE FINAL ROAD OUT OF ROME

      A fine truce to be

      Up in arms

      Described in error as

      Reductive

      The how and the why

      Off loaded as excess baggage

      The where and the when

      Disengaged from the conversation

      Only the who escaped

      An easy asphyxiation

      Saved

      By a unique entry in the ledger

      Hidden on the left

      By a complex series of equations

      That still baffle many

      To this day

      The neon lights of a

      Broken establishment

      Shine brighter in the heretofore

      Than the whereafter

      Copper sings translucent

      A bare negation of the facts

      That spread sparse

      Like truth in advertising

      A harmless calibre in motion

      Forcing a rise

      Reducing a goal

      Copper shines turquoise

      And bottles a rare grin

      On the face of a decent soldier

      Barely looking

      Let alone dealing with

      Comprehension

      As I juggle the shocks of others

      I sometimes wonder

      About the course of true grit

      And if it can really be taught

      By no less a dignitary

      Than commiseration

      For if a pat on the back

      And an awkward smile don’t

      Fill the void

      What is left of a kind word?

      Playing out like a blues song

      This eloquent solo

      Shifts keys

      And breaks time

      As it weaves a spell of

      Indifference

      Over a harsh audience

      So what went wrong?

      Too fine?

      Too intoxicating?

      Or just not quite

      There yet?

      Harsh words

      Harsh thoughts

      The melting of a distant heart

      Not enough to chaperone

      Desire

      But wait!

      The sound of one hand clapping!

      Ah, truly beauty has not left

      This earth

      Not as yet

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