Once errant knight
I journeyed bold
To the edge of life,
An untimely spirit
On a world in plight
Now in endless dark,
With anxious mind
Renders so eager
To leave behind,
Seen odious times
Wants ne’er more suffer,
These ominous flights
They’ve made of our world!
anxious
“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~
Listen to the wind,
Softly whisper
Its chagrin,
Anxious tales
Harbouring sins
Of men for sale,
Who wile us in,
Won’t hesitate
On but a whim
To devastate,
Hid in the whispers
Of an angry wind…
Thus as wind wails
In mock reply,
A sadly echo
Of tortured cry,
Tells be destined
Meant soon to die,
While a final whisper
Be the wind’s good-bye!
“ Contentment ” ~ an enviable reality ~
I’ve so far lived
What may have been,
The in between
Something akin,
To sporadic measures
Of wistful pleasure,
Agleam wouldst seem
Alluding to contentment,
Said be for most
Achieved in but a dream…
Till now were times
I anxious to find,
This world abide,
Shared altruistic life
Might yet be mine…
Hence set behind
A past held fast,
I’d want be blind
To feminine acuity,
Whose wisdom such
Would foster love,
Thru fate’s modality
Beyond the in-between,
A relevant contentment,
Poetry on a Canapé 