A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin

Only a foolish poet would dare to try.



An orange ball of sun wavered; burning into shadowy mountain mist.

The fog surrounding dark pinnacles shifted; uneasy.

I have seen lighted fires on distant ocean waves wax and wane thus.

It is the glow of charcoal embers seeking breath to catch flame.

My mind wanders and remembers; a tiny infant’s grasp around my finger,

a little puppy snuggled against my cheek on the pillow,

the broken sadness in my father’s hazel eyes.

I see the face of my best friend. I feel his hand upon my shoulder.

But, now, how many years has it been?

He is gone and I am slowly growing older.

At noon, the day is clear and bright but I am full of dreams.

Far away beaches with swaying palms and snow white sands beckon me.

Shimmering trout are jumping in the swift current of cold clear streams.

I am carried far away on wings of thoughts and memories.

The pain of lost love is like an arrow through my heart.

It is a shifting glacier of ice drifting to the cold pit of my stomach.

I feel the burden of sin on the back of the wretched creature I have been.

It is like an addict’s monkey, a slave to death and destruction.

There was something I wanted to say and pull the cork from the bottom

of my overflowing heart to let it spill out in ink on an empty page.

There was advice to my daughters; there were prayers to God,

There were things unsaid like the love between two men who were brothers.

There was healing and pain, hate and love, joy and suffering, patience and anger.

But it all lay behind a blanket of mist like the diffused disk of this morning.

I wanted to see things clearly as the rainbow fish living in his liquid dream.

But water filled my eyes making them blurry and I wanted to laugh and cry.

I wanted to say things from my heart no mortal ear has ever heard.

I wanted to reach up from the well of my soul and pour the cup of music full.

The salty taste of my own tears tells me I am but a fool.

Only a foolish poet would dare to try when after all, all I have are words.







© 2017 Fabian G. Franklin

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the search for knowledge It is the human condition to contemplate our own demise as well as our place in this world. We are both blessed and cursed with the ability to not only seek wisdom but to lament how small we truly are. I liked this one Alot

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

Fabian G. Franklin

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks for dropping by Tate. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. :)
a poem beautifully expressing sorrow for the loved ones now lost, or the faded memories that only remain as a reminder of the goodness now never to come. your words touched my heart. its the quality of a good writer who can make u feel emotions through just words.
this was fantastic!!

Posted 4 Weeks Ago

Fabian G. Franklin

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you for visiting and your gracious review. A visit from a friend is always something special i.. read more
thank you for this...i have a number of friends now whom i miss greatly---too many to count
they meant so much to my life...
and still do i feel the effect of their existence in my life.

Posted 1 Month Ago

Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

And thank you my friend. I always appreciate you stopping by and your time spent reading my words. B.. read more
Lovely job. You capture how it is to be, to grow old, so see and feel life, to remember it, and then to feel a pain at its passing and an even more intense pain stirred by the awful feeling that there is something more we can do that we can't quite do, a magic we know is there, yet can quite command. That said, you made me feel the intensity and the pain of it all. I think the way you evoked the normal pains of regular life and remembrance paved the way for the even deeper creative spirit to express its feelings which go beyond the regular. Heck, we just want MORE of this damn thing that we have that we know is wonderful but seems to toy with us. Maybe the final joke on us is that the words we love never seem to reciprocate! Enjoyed your reverie, sir!

Posted 1 Month Ago

Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading and such an in depth review. I remember Stephen king saying once that the sad .. read more

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Fabian G. Franklin
Fabian G. Franklin

Boone, NC

Visit my blog at http://thepoetsparlor.blogspot.com "No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness." Aristotle "The salvation of man is through love and in love." From Man's Sea.. more..


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