Let words be not silent or sleep alone
04 September 2020
RAYMOND SIGIMET
Have all good poems been written
That we today have none to share
What then of the heart being smitten
By the beauty of eyes that stare
Or the walk that none can compare
Have all good poems been written
That we today have none to read
What then of the loss that burden
A broken heart held by a thread
Or photo lost to time instead
Have all good poems been written
That we today have none to hear
What then of the sky and mountain
Their beauty and our fear
Or how far yet to us near
Have all good poems been written
That we today have none to write
What then of the difficult mundane
The highs and lows we must bite
Or the hopes that we bear in spite
Let words be not silent and dead
Or sleep alone in our single bed
As of montane, clearly rides upper climes, exhilarating.
Answers quest, lifts delight, 'worths' of words frolicking.
Posted by: Lindsay F Bond | 04 September 2020 at 10:35 PM
A very fine piece of craftsmanship.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 04 September 2020 at 08:07 AM