Chuffed to have my poem Come And See in Long Exposure Magazine http://longexposuremagazine.com/2015/08/07/come-and-see-a-new-poem-by-marcus-jones/

~ strider marcus jones

Come and See: A New Poem by Marcus Jones

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Come And See by Strider Marcus Jones

you don’t have to be extreme
to be content,
other forces feed
this show-
they build on what has been
and mingle with consent,
then roam the rivers we invent-
using nature and nurture’s seed
to make it grow.

unshade your grey, reclusive hours
and play your made, profusive flowers
all the way:
don’t let regret upset your dream-
it’s all it’s light has been
and make what it empowers
from today.

but hark at me!
not knowing
what i’m sowing
day to day
deliberately-
and yet, i know it’s coming,
comes from going
out of me-

what i don’t make, i borrow-
come and see.

Bio: Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford/Hinckley, England, with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry are modern, traditional, mythical, sometimes erotic, surreal and metaphysical http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusjones1. He is a maverick, moving between forests, mountains and cities, playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in numerous journals and anthologies to date.

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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford/Hinckley, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry are modern, traditional, mythical, sometimes erotic, surreal and metaphysical http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusjones1. He is a maverick, moving between forests, mountains and cities, playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain and Switzerland in numerous publications including mgv2 Publishing Anthology:And Agamemnon Dead; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; A New Ulster/Anu; Outburst Poetry Magazine; The Galway Review; The Honest Ulsterman Magazine; The Lonely Crowd Magazine; Section8Magazine; Danse Macabre Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts; Don't Be Afraid: Anthology To Seamus Heaney. http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusjones1 . http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Strider%20Marcus%20Jones&search-alias=books-uk My poetry blogs are: https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ http://poetrybystridermarcusjones.blogspot.co.uk/ Location: Paris, France For his published poetry books: Aspects Of Love; Inside Out; Mavericks; Wooded Windows and Pomegranate Flesh see: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/strider... http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_s... http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_... Read poems from his books with reviews and comments on http://www.wattpad.com/user/striderma. ..Join him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stridermarcu... His poetry blogs are: http://http://poetrybystridermarcusjo... http://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordp... Join him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stridermarcu... http://www.huffingtonpost.com/strider... Read this brilliant review of one of the poems from WOOODED WINDOWS http://dagdapublishing.co.uk/2014/09/... And so you sit and stay since you’ve been com­ing to the run­ning of my day, the in between of real and dream is drawn in what we say now i lie sun­ning in the sum­mer of your way. it shapes the shade around me, foun­da­tions where you found me, emp­ty­ing that grey obelisk of thought stood in the room no more scar­ring the bloom– and so, you sit and stay motions mend­ing me, feet turn­ing wheel, hands shap­ing clay. © Strider Mar­cus Jones **** Today’s fea­tured poem comes from Strider Mar­cus Jones. A piece wrought with intri­cate sym­bol­ism, “And So You Sit And Stay” deals with an ambigu­ous love and the capac­ity under­stand­ing and com­pan­ion­ship have for heal­ing, both men­tally and phys­i­cally. The sea­sons and their cor­re­spond­ing wildlife are utilised in a con­tin­u­ous metaphor through­out the poem, to the extent that much like the dis­solved bar­rier “in between [the] real and dream” the repaired flower that is “no more scar­ring the bloom-​​” can be inter­preted as the narrator’s inter­nal soul and mended emo­tions, a view­point that is given fur­ther depth by the narrator’s “sun­ning in the sum­mer of your way” an abstract, though beatific grat­i­tude to the unnamed subject’s kind­ness. Much of the imagery in this piece is organic and wild, except that which deals with the narrator’s sit­u­a­tion before the unnamed sub­ject came upon them: “emp­ty­ing that grey obelisk of thought stood in the room” Again there is a wil­ful com­bi­na­tion of the phys­i­cal and men­tal planes, though here it is used to demon­strate the bleak­ness of the narrator’s lonely plight — an imper­sonal, tow­er­ing civic con­struct that f (less)

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