Valsa George Poet Free verse

A Song of Defeat

I hammered some words
Out from the quarry of my brain
They fell around in shards;
Some like boulders, 
Some like rocks and rubble 
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up
Thinking I could build a ‘pleasure dome’

But,

When it was time for the workman
To marvel over the beauty and wonder
Of his dream creation  
His masonry tumbled down
Like sand castles built
By little hands on sea strands
Or dunes of quicksand sliding down

I have lost count of the times,
This has happened before.
Now I stay resigned,
Amid a heap of debris

Is there any use feeling remorse?

When Rome was burning,
Like Nero fiddling on his harp,
I sit on this pile of wreck
Piping my thoughts away
In the cusp between victory and defeat
Exacting as much ecstasy as I can
Before the truth looms large
In all its stark nakedness!

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May.14.2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

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Rico Leffanta May 13, 2022 at 11:11 AM "To every thing there is a season" and a change of attitude will permit you to construct from the debris! Aloha!

Constance La France May 13, 2022 at 9:31 AM Valsa, what an amazing Free Verse poem you have penned, so many wonderful lines, it is hard to pick a favorite, so I have to Fav the entire poem, blessings ~ Constance

L Milton Hankins May 13, 2022 at 9:02 AM Valsa, this is an exquisitely-crafted poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Victor Buhagiar May 13, 2022 at 8:17 AM We cannot build anything that lasts. Our mental brain is too fragile. Blessings

Vijay Pandit May 13, 2022 at 7:58 AM Splendid write, Valsa--life builds castles but also dismantles them. Victory and defeat are both part of living-- as you convey through your emotive words.

Sotto Poet May 13, 2022 at 7:04 AM Valsa, you have a stunning way with words. The inner turmoil rages on, as does the approaching deceit that will follow a brief period of bliss. Even when the danger of failure looms, we must keep battling to reclaim victory.