Thursday, June 6, 2013

Joyous Cry

I do not like the endless repetition
                   In what you write, in what you versify.
It’s death and death and death in every strophe.
Do you intend to teach the few that read
Your poems and your fable stories
That this is all we can look forward to?
I beg you, do desist, and like all poets
Employ the license that permits you saying:
Life, happiness, and beauty never, never
vanish.

I would not claim that death is beautiful,
But it is constant, inescapable,
And thus precedes your life, your happiness and beauty.
You have seen beauty fade, your happiness
Submerged in sorrow, death supreme.
Regardless of your lifetime’s victories
Death conquers all, lays bare the greenest fields.
Be you a fly or homo sapiens,
You end prostrate and speculate no more.

So, would you say that we can not agree?
I fear that’s so, unless you reconsider
The sudden death of joy, of happiness …
I will, indeed   I more than happily
Recall the times…. the few..when we had ceased
To speculate or ponder life’s gyrations,
When all our hunger, our thirst was quenched
In darkness lit by gentle touch and murmurs
And ending in a shattering cry of joy.



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