Chinese whispers

Words did find their way without,
soon set sail and drifted on,
pushed by winds and many mouths;
tossed by waves in distant realms.

From the port where form was made,
stopping then so many times,
taking on new cargo as they went;
changing with each fall and rise.

When at last the journey's done,
what arrived was something new,
born through storms and heavy seas;
the truth now lost in heady brew.

 

Fidelity

There was a time I thought I knew,
when what we had was surely true;
and yet the links seem so frail
that you, I now so barely even  know.

What has brought it all to pass,
this rift so deep, truly dark
which yawns between us now,
and makes the world so stark?

When did the demons do their work,
to suck your love, to never shirk,
destroy connections heart had wrought;
stamp deep our bond in evil's dirt?

There was a time I thought I knew,
the fate our angels deeply drew,
but now I see it all destroyed;
fidelity made deathly, bitter brew.


http://dversepoets.com/2015/02/12/frosts-form-stopping-by-woods/



 

Cast

Cast the moment singular,
dash the days to dust,
fling the weeks asunder;
hurl the years at last.

Cast the grief eternal,
pitch the pain to night,
sling the tears infernal;
toss the heart aside.

Cast the Self in darkness,
throw the Soul away,
hurl all hope to heaven;
hold to minutes brave.

Cast the mind to memory,
let the Fates decree,
press the shape of sorrow;
let the angels weep.




http://margoroby.com/2015/02/10/poem-tryouts-whats-in-a-word/

 

Sound of sorrow

The sound of sorrow echoed,
to burst the seal of pain,
emit the song of grieving;
so is the Soul remade.

The wound of loss does fill,
glass of mind displayed,
another moment honoured;
instill new life betrayed.

The Self so then does tumble,
wrapped tight in fear's fleece,
to fall upon the here and now;
so do we find new peace.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/02/07/wordle-198/

Desire

Desire is birthed innately,
struck deep in cell and blood,
pure appetite for living;
destined to be known.

In shiver of pure time,
the soul excites, becomes,
as life does shake its being;
Self made, the work is done.

In passing years and moments,
the surge does wilt at last,
turns limp through steady aging;
and so our time is past.

http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2015/02/3ww-week-no-413.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ThreeWordWednesday+%28Three+Word+Wednesday.%29

Snow

White world, ice-world, frozen
in that place of wintered becoming,
held and hidden beneath chilled
coat; chaos, darkness, delight

sit silent and expectant, waiting for
the thaw, the melting away of icy
shawl, revealing, what was, dripping
with the remains of liquid memory;

sighing at the touch of forgotten sun,
remembering the sensations of
being free, of stretching into smiles
of warmth; released once more to life.


http://dversepoets.com/2015/02/03/poetics-snowed-under-iced-in-cosying-up/#comment-88826

Life

Day did spend its minutes,
spread the hours around,
race the moments honoured;
rescue hidden ground.

Night did cloud the mind,
ticking through the dark,
measure of our dreams;
host as truths impart.

Life did state humility,
pressed the soul to learn,
patron of eternity;
so the spirit yearns.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/01/31/wordle-197/#respond