Somewhere in this soul of discontent
There's a spot left ajar with love's faint lament
This drone if you will of emotions gone cold
With the ring of a bell from this spirit on hold
If wishes were worth it and the answers had truth
Then the crux of the matter would turn black with it's hue
When the posers now silent... unspoken but fed
By gestures in silence given with dread
Is the crux of the matter like quick games of chess
Just words to check passions with lust left a mess
Or the whispers of love that opened the gates
For the victor whose words ring forever checkmate
One has to believe or just lay down to die
For the soul never gives up it's eye to the sky
So to speak but forgive me but never to dread
The words that experience so often have lead
For a bride of love's passion as jealous winds blow
For the words of a suitor whose words never showed
Quite the meaning of love or just what was meant
On this eve of regression and masked discontent
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Reviews of "Eve of Regression and Masked Discontent"
If we could but mesh the stubborn mind with the forgivig, willing to hear, understanding soul, a masked dicontent would, could, not have a bed, which to flow. For narrows and rapids and tubulence passed, the masked discontent meets a candid serenity and they blend to become a life in truth under God's shining son. Art
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
My, my, but you are really into the deep end of the poetry pool with this poem and with most of your efforts these days. A person can take this poem a couple of ways, but I took it as a cry to the unhearing and unwilling. This could be any number of things, only you know and when the truth is known you may have just written it to be writing. Somehow I doubt that.
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Wise words with that must come with deep reflection and a heart that knows sadness for human kind.
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