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There is something intriging about Mark Higginbotham's poetry. One has to peel back the words to uncover the real meaning beneath. His poems get better with each reading, yet no matter how many times I read one of Mark's poems I'm not really sure If I fully understand its inner truth.
Mark comes from Carrigaline, Co. Cork in Ireland and has recently published his first book of poetry "Poems for Gnomes". It makes fascinating reading. Here is one of his poems.
The Wooden Floor
One hundred journeys,
One hundred more,
Walked in paces
Across this wooden floor.
Following the right foot
Which follows the left,
Balancing on shadow
With each careful step.
Forward in motion,
Remembering each move.
Understanding and gaining wisdom
In order to improve.
One hundred day dreams,
One hundred more,
Leaving no traces
Upon this wooden floor.
Some have no meaning,
Some need believing,
All have no worries.
Buried dreams and no grieving,
Fallen from the mind,
Washed out to sea.
These dreams will catch a wave
To find a way to be.
One hundred questions,
One hundred more
Have left some holes
In this wooden floor.
Cracks and knots, gaps not filled.
No answers in the bottles
Marked, best served when chilled.
One hundred memories,
One hundred more,
It's time to find these answers,
Within this wooden floor.
© Mark Higginbotham
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