the face is gone

Back to: Surviving the Devil: A Song of Fire
Poem #13 from the ‘Surviving the Devil’ collection (unpublished)

he’s alive
but he’s lost his garden

perhaps he’s lost
his soul

he carved men from trees
nymphs asleep
beneath shady branches

a bracken bower
as a home
to creatures that amaze

what’s a man to do

when the meaning of his life
the place where he smoothed
the face of god
is gone

is a man to do

© Frank Prem, 2010

To Poem #14:  the hearth of home

A personal plug here. Do yourself a favour and online visit the gardens at Bruno’s Art. They’re pretty extraordinary and I don’t think you’ll regret it, but please make absolutely sure that you visit the aftermath gallery to see the devastation that prompted the poem above, but also the amazing survivals.
The pictures still raise a lump in my throat and bring me close to tears. (Which is not like me, honest).



4 thoughts on “the face is gone

  1. OMG! I came across this site – ages ages ages ago and was so blown away by the creations – the beauty and wonder, the inspired ….. it was literally like nothing I had seen in some time ….. and now, to know that it was so destroyed ….. heartbreaking! But to have started again – and accomplished sooo much in so little time! A testament to true passion, interest and pursuit with purpose!

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