Photographer and Writer

All content © Copyright Clare Selley 2010

Poetry | Beyond Your Time

Scritch of ink on scraps of paper,
Birthing new ideas, and then
Inventing ways to make them real,
Only to find them beyond your time.
You studied, asked
A whole new world
From your sight and mind appeared,
Showing things they did not see
Or did not have to know.
Smooth skin stroked by haunting light
Curving round the form, to do
Something others failed to master,
A brush more elegant than any film.
Beyond your time,
You died surrounded by
The paper your hands had danced among,
Left handed scrawl to be deciphered
After your dreams helped shape the world.

© Clare Selley 2009

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