EACH POSTULATION OF THE NIGHT

Sadness at being separated from ones love.

How intricate the premise lies Beneath a winters moon. 'Tis evident without his smile... A death knoll beckons soon. No riddle splayed to twist the turn Of logical domain... The axiom accepted now Comes quickly for to blame. The mys'try here evades each thought Of resolutions' fame, With unexpected fortitide It plays the lovers' game. Each postulation of the night Involves the call....''beware.'' With fervent pleas from hearth and home I humbly kneel in prayer. ~~

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem.
"Each postulation of the night
Involves the call....''beware.''
With fervent pleas from hearth and home
I humbly kneel in prayer."
The words gentle and brought thoughts of something missed. I like the ending. Prayer. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Miss Sharon]

Wow John...are you going to read ALL of my stuff?? You are so kind.Yes....I too like the ending of prayer. It IS the only way to live and I begin and end each day with prayer. We all need that today in this troubled wold of darkness eh? Thanks again for reading my "stuff!" ~Sharon

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Sharon. You were a worthwhile read. I enjoyed your poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this certainly achieves its purpose...we feel the heat of the love and the coldness of the separation.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you once again for a very kind comment Jacob! ~Sharon