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IN MEMORIAM: Michael Foster - by Frank Collymore, Editor, BIM Poetry Magazine.FATED to turn to the dark hour......From desperate youth, his voiceStill echoes across the pulsing sceneHe loved; his mind, unravagedBy the stark disaster, seeks other fields.How pity his passing? How mournThe boy who, sidetracked in the maze,Knew he was trapped, who looked beyondThe trim conventionalities,Seeking the hidden answer to his quest?It wasn't easy: the sores of the worldFestered in his dreams;...
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IN MEMORIAM: Michael Foster - by Frank Collymore, Editor, BIM Poetry Magazine.FATED to turn to the dark hour......From desperate youth, his voiceStill echoes across the pulsing sceneHe loved; his mind, unravagedBy the stark disaster, seeks other fields.How pity his passing? How mournThe boy who, sidetracked in the maze,Knew he was trapped, who looked beyondThe trim conventionalities,Seeking the hidden answer to his quest?It wasn't easy: the sores of the worldFestered in his dreams; awoke sometimesWith horror his companion.Living was dying; onlyThe ever-restless sea brought rest.The long days on the beach, the endlessWaiting. There was no answer. The worldWas more than history, and there was that tortured Figure on a cross ... Could he capture some meaning In colour or in words? He tried.The sea rolls on, the traffic speeds its way,The voice is stilled. Only echoesFrom beyond the darkness, the fruitOf a young life plucked soon, too soon,But ripening ever on the tree of time.