Beyond All Dizzy-Minded Observations

She knew, quite inevitably, Where all gossips are coming from All those educated guesses of All dizzy-minded observations, Those could be true enough, Also, to be candid. And that every man could be hiding a darker phase A meticulous, yet, the easy-going soul like he is. He was not a man of too many words He loved to recite poems of love... She loved to listen to her faith talking in him. He is a kind that She will not venture to awake, Still, she is an enthusiastic believer in his goodness, And that God’s virtue that touches all, touches him too. With this utterly fragile thread, she is sure where she stands. Still, she is destined to submerge in her tranquil lake of faith. All she knew that he is a subject Of her tremendous passion Her pen and paper, her pouring words That turns every silence into Lord’s praise in her mind Every coldness into an effort to start anew, in her prayers Those are striving to save tirelessly The very soul of that man she hopes she knows To bring him in brighter light under the sun For a fabulous portrait, sketched on the blank page. All those efforts knew that in his secret hideout There is love somewhere, deep down inside Not to be expressed, not to be talked aloud All is going well, and all will end well soon Maybe on a page of a fairy tale book Maybe in the artistic content of a poem. Or, maybe in a ruthless tragedy of things not-to-be. A hypothesis of tragedy is not for her, not yet, not till now. Bring a character to life Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux |