When Adonais fought and fell
upon Fate’s foreign field
and blood was bleeding from his wounds
upon his sword and shield.
A stranger sought to save his life,
as he lay on the Earth,
while I made merry, mocked and moved
my measured mug of mirth.
When Adonais breathed his last
that fatal day in spring,
his fierce, ferocious, former foes
all feted him as king!
While I, unweeping, would not watch
his final, fateful hour,
I pray he does not label me
his traitor in the tower!
Oh! Adonais, sorely slain
in wretched world gone wild.
Forgive me, father, for my sin,
for I was just a child!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to my dad, who died at the age of 39, when I was a boy of 14. He was a delicate, lovable, morbid man, like a being who was destined to pay this world only a passing visit. His was a gracious reminder of life, rather than life itself; rest in peace, Eric, my dear departed father.
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Comments4
Wow. This Was beautiful. It drew me in more every word I read, and the end I didn't expect. But I thought it was perfect for the poem. No complaints.
Many thanks, M, I appreciate your feedback and kind comments and kind comments. I have found healing for grief in expressing myself in poetry. Again, thank you kindly.😊
Blue-eyed Bolla,
Yes, you were only a boy! He has forgiven you!
A most tender and loving tribute to your dear dad! May he Rest In Peace!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura. This was so long ago, but it took many years before I could even speak about my dad. He died the year before I met Lorraine. She was a god send who helped me at the time. Again. Thank you.😊
Thank God for ❤️Lorraine!❤️She IS a Godsend!
Your structure, meter, pace and metaphor here are second to none.
I suspect this piece has been growing within you for years. Here we see expression of deep thought, consideration and loss. Truly an exceptional piece of writing surpassed by none.
Very good write , as Laura said you were only a boy and he has forgiven you. I am sure that he would be looking over you and is always with you.
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