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'TIS A PITY
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JOURNAL #11 alone yet not
left with only the shadow of a
glittering ghoul
a top a surprising tin of goodies
praying like a startling fool
the glories that be
spit foul the fairness of grace
that take man out of as well as away
from his originally intended place
in life there comes a silent stampede of
unnecessary servitude
but this is something we all must in one
way or another go through
like latches on doors which have no hinges
life is full of obstacles that take away
from or add to love's miner sweet binges
while the ever frank murmur of quiet charity
for this monumental nudge of uninformed fate
they pull up short as well the reigns of each
his own divided self hate
as just beyond the words of the lyrically
wounded heart
my temperament's hat lies bruised by
unmerciful stones like a priceless piece of
still art
calling to Renoir himself so lifeless in its
solitary slumber
the constricted lungs fail my raspy voice
giving it no breath as I stumble away
engaged in thought
but none any the more dumber
but I have indeed done what I originally set
out to do
I have learned of my many life's little lessons
he who advises never lets himself be advised
'Tis A Pity' ......................
(Feb. 17, 1994 am)
See! You have just expressed yourself so clearly and the woman you are or have been always...true, loyal, loving, sincere and deep...as well as deeply hurt.
I loved every line of this poem and wish you had been lecturing worldwide as a renowned scholar and critic as well as a poetess of great calibre...which you are beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Well done Melissa...again I will say you are a born poetess...not to mention what you yourself are hiding so subtly in your lines.
--Naveed.