Endeavour the gracious night
Endeavour the sunlit skies
Breath into the chest
The sorrows of yesterday’s misfortunes
O heart you beat to a rhythm of a dead mans song
Only to finish with a symphony of hope,
O masters
Architects
Gods of great Hope
You gloat at
A young mans misfortunes
Success in numbers
But the young mans
Inspirations you clot,
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WELCOME KASA ~ Thanks for your first poem ! Love the modern "free verse" structure which gives it dynamism and flow ! All our yesterdays are replete with misfortunes but (while we live) we all have HOPE ! Your poem suggests that those who should be supportive not only gloat at our misfortunes but also "clot" our inspirations ? Perhaps this is always so ? I'm only 33 not yet old enough to be a Master or Architect and certainly not a GOD ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please. Yours BRIAN Please check my latest poem PENELOPE ~ Thanks B
Wow thank you for your comment I really appreciate it, I am 27 but wow 33 is my number I see it everywhere. Very strange that my first comment would be regarding this number.. I wrote this poem after feeling desperation from life's trials sometimes it seems that no matter how hard you try some things aren't meant to be... Bless you
Great poem...awesome use of words
Thank you I'm grateful
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