The summer men are standing, alone upon a wretched stone,
Contorted, bent and torn. Dressed in paper-like ragged clothing,
The ashes of the universe, they are brother less bone,
Forming declarations from hearts made barren by their loathing.
The winter women, busy themselves by making baby sounds,
Weakened, sad and tired. Wishing for the sun to disappear,
The carers of young flesh, the ones who turn the merry-go-rounds,
Bark at the dark night sky, with a howling that comes from despair.
So soft sands soak seas, and verdant grasses devour the sun!
They are still orphaned by the relentless, apathetic tides,
That kiss and tickle, and dampen any hope or ambition,
Reminding them with the sunset, that within them dread presides.
Most will never take the long and lonely swim to each other.
The gentlemen will never dare ask the kind lady to dance.
The sadness forms like weeds around beautiful flowers dying.
Here they stand, alone, in the season of father and mother.
The fire has gone out, yet some close their eyes and take a chance,
Only to wake in the cold morning to the sound of crying.
Around them, broken sickles warily monument the soil.
The hopeful, but weakened authors draw visions of a new land.
But defeated, they yield, bare-faced and burnt, tormented in toil.
The courageous man will not kiss a smiling lady’s hand,
Finding in sacred seclusion, a world of tranquil weather,
That allows the mind and soul to exhaust themselves together.
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David Wakeling (
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Good one DWa! 👍 an eloquent expression of the essence of seclusion and the complex interplay between hope and despair. 🙏🏻 Much enjoyed ‼️
That is praise indeed coming from you.Thank you compadre
Cheers DWa, you are most welcome. 👍🕊️
Bathed in metaphor this poem to me speaks of dualities and difficulty of union between people, relationships, hope and despair. It is cast in complexity just as the issues themselves are complex. This is a deep dive in murky water. Very nicely worded
Thank you so much mi amigo. You ae right relationships can be difficult.
For me a minion i have found this quite a complex read about the difficulties forming and between relationships, and at any given time they can deliver hope or despair, maybe sometimes both. I am sure there is much more to this piece than i have so far worked out, and i will read again with a fresh head. Another really enjoyable head scratching read.
Thank you for reading and commenting.The clue is the title. Because all relationships fail we need to spend time alone.
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