I knew them each
by the naked qualities
of their purposefulness
love, joy, happiness
hatred, grief, sorrow
life on the horizon
of a sunny tomorrow
death in a fitful specter
of a setting sun's rays
promise wrapped in hope
defeat's indignation blowing
ashes of misery onto my face
eerie echoes of fated cries
knocking upon my ears
these, these are the tears
not even time shall erase
for within reality's embrace
we seek only release
escape from the quill of justice
Regis
i think fun lies to cake the verse/and ward away the fate in curse
nice write..dear Jon...good and warm wishes...neerja
Milton
Blessings and Love - Micke
Ron
ashes of misery onto my face"
Love this part, Jon. Very creative! Hugs,
Sheila
This is a poem from a writer of experience in every sense, a commander of thought, feeling and language, one who knows what's required and asked in the ongoing struggle and joy life is. Your opening lines,
"I knew them each
by the naked qualities
of their purposefulness"
are outstanding and set the tone for the entire poem.
Fine work indeed.
John
with the studied language and skill of a committed poet
whose words and rhythms linger on in this reader's admiration
and envy. Beautifully done, my friend. -gene.
Excellent Jon Michael!...ET