It seems a long long while
Since my first September,
When I was but a child
With little to remember,
Would for a time beguile
What mind found render,
Bar be time on my hands
Allowed youth meander,
To later years September
Did too soon understand
A day there’ll be no other,
For life assured ill stands
Save to reach life closure,
Tho not too long the while
Measures a meagre stead,
From first steps to immobile
Held borders bland to dead,
Said be last of my Septembers!
As I grow whole
Will event hold,
Or fail acquire
A fervid soul,
To render mind
Suitably bold,
That so in time
Be a man whole,
Afore I realize
I’d grown too old,
To effort recognize!
Life by any means
Tho not at any price,
Thus seizing hope
To live a slower life,
Time hasn’t yet stole,
Believing we can cope
Years of certain toll,
Life will find extort
As barter for a soul,
If to extend one’s life
And render it near whole!
Predictably sure
Be an adventure,
Holds the moment
Brands life’s worth,
To render ones debt
Fated from birth,
As willingly owed
Its requital so holds,
For fixed next abode…
The while one bodes
Time could run out,
Preceding full measure
Of the moment as told,
Tho a trip said life raves
Finds too soon acquitted,
For such an adventure
Whose abode be its grave!
Relentlessly I seek
A gathering of words,
Starting at the peak
In a harmonious wake,
To provoke mind
Reason to shape,
A pictural define
Musing means to word,
A render, wanting to be heard!
On appointed day
Nature will decay,
For winter seeks
To cast its icy spell,
Hence find its way
Into its revived hell,
The while will chase
Fall from its peek,
And Frost held Jack
Means claim its stake
From world now grey,
To render frigid white
A winter’s blustery wake…
Delusion of the future
Alleges render held sum,
Ensures inevitability
Of apotheosis to come,
While of faint store
Who’s to say we’d find,
A time that offers more
Meant fated be so kind,
Thus best we not succumb
To credulity of illusions,
That yet fails reach the now!
Would that I’d find
Days once too long
In my young mind,
In endless ways
Chose to entreat,
Eager for morrows
Time be held brief,
The while brood then,
For long day’s end…
Save now I’ve grief
For time I left behind!
Poetry on a Canapé 