Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
'

You have been much more 
to many a progressively 
ailing heart, 
in the eloquence 
of whispered words - 
watch them alight on 
the pages of a poem. 

What in the waving 
of waxing thought; 
words copiously flow 
in the effervescent 
glow of lilting rhyme - 
solitary images 
march the desert storm. 

Amnesty provides no relief: 
no human deed can make amends, 
the speed of apologies fail 
to outrun the steam roller 
of resolute demeanour. 
Once the balm of intimating breath 
now asphyxiates tomorrow's hope. 

Put forth in plain speech 
what now in riddles present 
then lay a poignant wreathe upon 
this wailing, bardic crypt. 
Underneath its gravestone, find 
wispy embers of yesterdays 
awaiting phoenix wings' climb. 

Hence in its turn let generosity provide 
this grievous dagger a sheath to hide.





_ _ __ ✒
○●
°
'
hellopoet
Written by
hellopoet  🇦🇺
(🇦🇺)   
343
   Elizabeth Squires and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems