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I recall my oldest brother,
Flawed though recollection be;
Scalpel wit and thoughtful manner,
Man of practicality.

Ever with a clever comment,
Born of academic mind;
Looking up and ever forward
Though much grieving lay behind.

Sad afflicted was my brother,
With a wicked malady;
Bravely fought against that illness –
Bravely fought, and now is free.


I recall my youngest brother,
Four good years above my own.
Troubled days we spent together,
Wounded heart now overgrown.

Charming, laughing, always funny,
Blessed with popularity.
Cursed he was with demons bitter,
Deep within.  We did not see.

Much I have to tell my brother.
Much is sadly left unsaid.
By his hand, in midst of darkest
Misery, his life has fled.


I remember both my brothers,
Loved them both until the end.
Love them still, though grief be bitter;
Sometimes hearts will never mend.

Golden years we spent together.
Sadly, what they say is true:
Never will you know your blessings
Til, one day, they’re lost to you.

Sadly passed but not forgotten,
Gone again from whence they came.
Only lost in mortal presence;
In our hearts they still remain.

To Now, From Then

A Poem

Too long has passed, too many years are gone
Since someone who was loved has gone to lie,
No more to walk and laugh beneath the sky;
To never more set eyes upon the dawn.

The stardust called you back to it too soon
Beyond our temporary state of life;
You left behind so many filled with strife –
So many hearts beneath the sun and moon.

Too soon, too soon you left and went your way,
With many words unspoken ever more,
This broken heart with tears began to pour;
Too soon, too soon we met that fateful day.

Today my broken heart is company –
So many days have passed to now from then;
And though we are to never meet again
I know from pain and anguish you are free.

— Scott Thornby, 2015.06.10

That Eventime

 Once upon a writing time
A rhyming time, a timing time
I found myself a-thinking of
The time I spent with you.

And then within that thinking time
That dreaming time, that deeming time
I couldn’t help but wonder
If my memories were true.

For caught within that sorrow time
A grieving time, that eventime
Were times that held the both of us
And bitter words we’d said.

And there, within that tallow time
Internal time, infernal time
I knew within my marrow that
The best of us was dead.

My memory plays tricks with time
Unfaithful and most wraithful time
Until your face is shrouded
And your voice from me has gone.

I wondered, in that torpid time
That listless time, that shiftless time
If begging moon and stars would bring
You back to me til dawn.

Now lost within a woeful time
Regretful time, forgetful time
The ones I mourn the passing of
Will fade to sand and dross.

And so, within my broken time
Lamenting time, repenting time
I sit as mem’ry falters
Leaving me with only loss.

— © Scott Thornby, 2013

A Book-Lover’s Poem

There is nothing so sacred
Nor blessed by the ages
Than two covers, a spine
And a collection of pages.

— © Scott Thornby, 2013

This entry was posted on 2013-07-03, in Poems and tagged , .