Thoughts in Verse

Today I present the second of my poems dedicated to the abstract.  O Time What do you have in store for me, O Muse? I am so afeared that you hold nothing. If time holds nought, life and love are empty And to an end I’m endlessly running. And if the clock’s hands offer only want, Despair, discord and denial for me, To what end was I born and then shall die? For life is to love and to love is to be. If eyes stare upwards, then feet may fall. And if hearts sink downwards, their minds will fail. Neither can hearts look up and eyes look down, For his own eyes and heart are my own’s dale. O Time, you tax both man’s wits and his strength And e’en the love of his heart you besiege And your hands pull him towards death’s dark face - Who is love’s friendly foe and your dark liege. Now ‘neath the cold winter’s sun I wander, My heart and my resolve being pulled asunder, Shall I ne’er love’s tow’ring pinnacle climb? Will you prey on my joy alway

For my first post, I wish to share the first of three poems  addressed to three abstract entities. Last year I lost my Gran and this poem is written in honour of her. I hope it can provide solace to anyone else who has suffered at death’s hand. O Death O thou cold and yet still caring death Thou which wert and art and yet shall be Thou which scornest both my tears and wreath Yet liveth not to see thy vict’ry. Thou hast taken that which none may give again Thou hast marred the plane of my very soul: Whence comest thou to show nought by disdain? I quail in thy dark vale through which I stole. Lost, lost is all the world for she is gone on Into that realm of void imagination Ne’er to see, nor speak, nor hear my orison Nor e’er to quicken from that black stagnation. But be thou still near me, her place to hold Be thou in candles, in sights and in songs In my heart’s stirrings, be the taintless gold Of the horizon which for the sun longs. F