Riddles of Amity

Another poem based on friendship and what it leaves behind

Hence the world runs bare of prosperity,

          Lying all to rest upon a mantle of grievance,

     Hopes and prayers thread bare, lost of meaning,

          A tint of blood upon thy heart,

     A feeling worn on a wrist bejewelled,

          Humanities sentiments let to teasing,

     The winds howl out to sweep the light gone,

          Rest the day grown old,

     For comrades too shall tether in ageing time. 

 

     Seeking riddle and truth in eyes newly opened,

          What but reflection can been distinguished,

     In a joyous day, spearing rays of goodwill,

          And troublesome moments still dormant and tranquil,

     But soon the night breaks day and kills,

          Sunlit blade so stains the page of memorable youth,

     When we were young, emotions uncouth,

          Hearts flew west as the spirit soared,

     By the sands of instance, how little will pass us by.

 

     Flow forth hurt and capture thy heart in torment,

          Seethe with victories fury and beat,

     Senseless and endearing it is not,

          Forthwith more pleasant then escape,

     Encage passion and ripen its blistering tongue,

          And touch upon its vanity and yield,

     Loath it’s pleasure and forbid it thus,

          Ensnare it with regret, fear of the morrow,

     And paint it with memories vastly delightful,

          Only to tear and tears those lost moments into exile,

     For now prohibit thy heart its ecstasy,

          And in it’s agony wish it at length, happy. 

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

The word choice is great in this one. The way the words are strung together is very poetic and there is a distinctive feel to it. It lilts along wonderfully well...like some kind of dance. I especially like the last verse, you are really in your stride and mood there. These are the lines I think best...
~ Hence the world runs bare of prosperity
~ A feeling word no a wrist bejewelled
~ Encage passion...
~ Ensnare it with regret...
~ ...with memories vastly delightful