The leaves of fear lilt down upon my face,
This world is filled with sound but not a single word,
Everything is left to chance in this jungled place,
An injurious scream shatters from an inept bird,
Who fluctuates, noise uneasily in disgrace.
Distant awkward slaves of shriek are not seen but heard,
Doomed to a pointless, endless fluttering display.
Would that apathy flew as easily away.
Why is the exquisite charm of first love so fleeting?
What withered sequel remains in this wilderness?
Perhaps the word is the clue we are all seeking?
Within the sounds only the word has tenderness.
The joy and vision of poetry’s merriment,
With it's clear honesty and its enlightenment,
Will be re-born beyond these rotting fields of pain,
When another curious eye will read again,
And a new ear will hear the sound of loves refrain.
Needless awe dies too quickly after the young heart,
Has stilled its fantastic romance with this great lark,
And beyond the flames earnest regard must depart,
Until a fresh mind reads those loving words so stark,
And the lights in the jungle extinguish the dark.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments4
A fresh mind and a second set of eyes, wonderful 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you mi amigo.Your comments are always appreciated
As are yours compadre! Most welcome from this end 🕊🙏🏻
Different eyes see different things, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much for commenting
You are very welcome, have a great day
Eyes of passion age and passion dies its mortal body returned to dust either blows away or sprouts love with new eyes. A most beautiful write so poetic in nature and for this a fave
Thank you so much.A very poetic critique.
This is beautiful poetry, composed with delicate care and a flair for the poetics. Especially so, the first stanza, that being said, the poem in its entirety is a grand affair and one to be savoured. Excellent, David.
All the very best to you,
Tony.
Thank you mi amigo.Much appreciado
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