Desperate man
Arrives in fear,
Looking at life
Traces unclear,
To face despite
He cannot hear,
Thus, he writes
Hoping it bears,
Some hint of sight
Marks he’d be there!
He wanders about
For trenchant life,
But without doubt
Save eonian strife,
Fixes a sure bout
As afore afterlife,
Be willing to wait
A progeny clever,
Till ye find place
Visualizes forever,
That allows placate
For no reason ever,
This wandering man
Seeks a longer while,
Thus, so to find whole
With but copious guile
Might delay growing old!
A fellowman’s fate
Be his blind mind,
Now in haste state
To end of the line,
Has reason be late
Or flee his assign,
Yet willing to wait
For shade to bind,
Invoke find abate
On pretext of time,
May assure a place
Best end of the line,
As fellowman’s take
While willing to wait,
Lives with a blind mind!
Imagery - Venus discovers young man robbed of his youth,
Unknown artist Naples in the mid 1600s.
Music - Excerpt of Johann Sebastian’s Adagio
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
March 12, 2022
Tells of a social game,
In whatever happened
Be to what’s his name,
Or view face of whom
As recall slowly came,
Via beacon so illumed
For its curiosity’s aim,
That might’ve implied
See to be but so and so,
May hold a worthy ply
Save ‘tis another trope
Put to what’s his name!
The journey starts
And seems to last,
But a minute
And a half,
As I remember
Ponder life past,
I try to ignore,
A September last
Be echoes of lore…
As life finds wilt
Our time by half
I’ve none to waste,
So, pardon my rancour
At they who do crowd,
Or find be an anchor
In my fleeting race,
For with so little time
Be cause to make haste…
I want not feel dread
For predestined brevity,
Or fall’s early spread
Lying neath memories,
That hint of soon rest
From life seems to last,
But a minute and a half!