A man of anguish I once met,
He regaled me with tales of woe.
I told him of my space and time,
Hours he listened to me drone on.
Twisting, turning and writhing in pain,
His tortured soul screamed for relief.
I told a story of my own dear Saviour,
For a while he seemed to believe.
The music of his heart was greater by far,
Than made with harpsichords and bows.
A full display of netherworlds in song,
While exploding stars crashed below.
I would seek him often during months and years,
When my days turned into my nights.
He granted me audience again and again,
Truly a mad scientist's delight!
A poet, a painter, a dreamer, a fool,
Too good for the likes of this world.
Thinking so often in an abstract way,
Left his mind in a whirl.
When light fades to dark and dreams grow dim,
I think of his wisdom and glow,
It lights up the fringe of my ghostly mind,
With embers of a blackened rainbow.
Copyright 2008. John Rockie Coppolella. All rights reserved.
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Rockie, just talking can strengthen ones heart
continue on my path without getting lost.
Thank you for this exquisite poem.
Blessings j'nia
I like this tribute, express appreciation for you, friend.
Best regards,
Leland
Wise lovely poemization in an expressed vision of a learned soul painted with the colors of the rainbow of wisdom.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Newfie hugs, Rose
Regis
Excellent tribute, especially the last stanza.
Vivid, striking contrasts.
Axilea
A true friend is hard to find, it sounds like you found one here. Enjoyed this write, Rockie!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Be always safe,
Karen
The poorest of men are the ones who don't know how to dream.
Sandie Angel :o)
You can't do better than that, Rockie.
Wonderful tribute to your friend.
gene.