For Martin


Deep in your room,
out beyond birth and death,

and all around you
a reassuring chaos.

Oh you always remind me
I am easy to forget.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 19, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. There is a haunting quality to this that appeals to me.

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  2. This is a powerful poem, Ben. Reminds me of powerful fathers I’ve known, though not my own father who was all smiles all the time. Clearly someone important to you, though. I for one, do not believe you are easy to forget, though. Not by a long shot.

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  3. strong words, that strike many chords. 😉

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