My thoughts are afflicted, and
The excruciation of not hearing has
Empowered Pluto’s scheming and
Persephone’s arrant dominions
As my ally and friend
I entreat you to take away
The shackles of my indignation and
Allow me to cast off these old boots of
Knowing so I may receive the warmth
Of your countenance and a blessed
Surcease of endless grieving
For long have I toiled
Against the buffeting winds;
Tempted by leviathans crafty plots;
Through days of disguised wickedness;
Ensnared by the machinations of evil men;
Bound in cages forged to enchant me;
Influenced by the Cyprian goddess;
Seeking a place of empathizing to
Fully apprehend the unveiling
Of Calliopes exquisitely
Woven garlands
Come forth ancient Muse
To shower grains of life in me;
To reanimate my unyielding heart;
To proffer me the mysteries of reason -
Shared in the most consummate aether -
Where angelic murmurations bubble
As the purest of woodland currents,
And the heart sings its sad songs -
It is here I seek the supernal
Happiness of a soundless
Demise
Bereft am I now of
Thoughtfulness, and my
Tongue is as useless as the
Mute poet of Lesbos
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
richardlloydcederberg.com
Sheila
Ron
Blessings,
CT
more? masterfully scribed, satisfying read, richard.
be well,
carolyn
This is seeing at another level, the level of vision.
The classical eternal images underpin the scope of
beyond the moment, the universal truth.
Never 'Bereft ... of Thoughtfulness,'
John
Amor
to cast away, I do have me trusty cane which I'd be happy
to float out to sea. As for you, my friend, it's difficult
to pity your suffering when you write so well. In you,
beautiful poetry lives... -gene.