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A memory
Forever Hold Your Peace by Marillion
 Category:  Biographical Poetry
  Posted: February 8, 2014      Views: 119

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Marillion is David Nelson Bradsher, a self-constructed Byronic Hero (or Zero), flawed but well-meaning, simple but paradoxical, and still a work in progress.

He graduated from the University of North Carolina (Chapel Hill) in 1989 with a B - more...

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The spring was near. He felt the twinge
of something like a nagging memory,
a nerve attached to one remaining fringe
from April 1993.
She wasn't married, but she wore
a rock the size of Texas to remind
ambitious men that she was spoken for,
but they were soul mates of a kind,
And she had been a way to heal.
She found him funny (yet a little sad),
and his reluctance faded to reveal
concerns about his crippled dad.
She shared her hesitance to wed,
a lingering regret about her choice,
the beauty of a Sunday spent in bed,
and how she loved his Southern voice.
As lovers, their intensity
was like a locomotive off the rails,
careening from its path so recklessly
that prudent engineering fails.
Throughout the summer, into fall,
they crashed through every moral barrier
until the impact of a morning call
arrived to roughly carry her
away from him, and back into
her pending nuptials (and her waiting groom);
so on an April day, she said "I do"
while he was cloistered in his room.
He never felt the sun that day,
which typified the warmth of spring's rebirth,
because to one whose heart was cold and gray,
it felt like winter ruled the earth.


Author Notes
This is a mix of iambic tetrameter (L1 and L4) and iambic pentameter (L2 and L3) with an ABAB rhyme scheme.

Thanks for reading. This is an old fragment I came across, so I cleaned it up, and here it is.
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