Words take over when mind has not much to say
On this juncture to fare a great friend well.
Limp swung my heart on a despair-strung end,
Ticking sad tocks to that sun attired friend.
Oblivion! That murky sea of fears!
Dive deep wise words to bring her in bright tears!
Like Prometheus brought fire in a reed,
Words give all we need to shun shadows' greed.
Who sadly cries with pearls so proud and wise,
When strolls a wet child the shores of his eyes?
This child, pearl strung her locks, a sunrise walks,
My door rings her knocks from bright fizzing shores.
Dare I... her step fall in... and wear her sheen,
Wherein I have seen what's in her guileless green?
This farewell poem is a tribute to a departing colleague's sterling character and professional attitudes with which I have been greatly inspired. So, the poem seeks to defy any blur of oblivion that distance may bring between the two separated work partners. I'm sharing it here to offer a different perspective about the splendor in tears when it comes to faring a great person well. I hope you enjoy it, too.
The poem is written in iambic pentametre with seven full rhymed doublets. It conforms neither to the rhyme scheme or stanza structuring of a sonnet. It only resembles a sonnet and I don't know what to call its structure. I only intended greater musicality in this full rhymed iambic format in pentametre. Alliteration and inner rhyme are key sound devices in providing a luminous flowing cadence to the poem.