Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Restless Nights

Restless nights and guarded days
chastise a heart that has strayed.
And vowing to mend your ways
past sins, await penance paid.

As the months morph into years,
pressures build, as nerves get raw.
And laden with fears and tears,
fantasies and dreams withdraw.

Empty lies shadow your past:
cast by promises pending.
And the years slip by so fast
that you fear your time's ending.

When trust is left to fate's whim
forever friendships break.
While passion's flame grows so dim,
Hope can't see past the heartache.

O'er the years, time's fabric frays,
failing to postpone old age.
And you're running out of days,
till you must exit life's stage.

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Timothy Hicks February 17, 2016 at 2:32 AM ... one can certainly try to deny their age! I know a couple on this site that do just that with their youthful spirit. Enjoyed the whole piece, but your last stanza was the best. I think one should be encouraged to follow those elusive trails, no matter their age. For some the cage is physical, and others its mental. Emile Pinet February 17, 2016 at 10:08 AM Thanks Timothy, Your comments are insightful, communicative and down right friendly, I enjoy hearing from you. Emile.

Connie Marcum Wong February 5, 2016 at 4:14 AM In our minds we may age, but we don't see ourselves growing old. The heart can love just as deeply in our winter years as it can in spring. I love the photo that accompanies this poem. It goes so well with your wonderful poem. I hope I am never in that cage. Cheers, Connie Emile Pinet February 5, 2016 at 7:45 AM Thank you so much Connie, your comments are much appreciated. You, like I, will always be young in my mind, old age doesn't need to be a cage. Emile.

Jill Spagnola February 4, 2016 at 9:12 AM Emile, you have mad quatrain skills...This piece makes me feel icky inside. Thank god I don't feel caged, but freedom is a state of mind...peace & love, Jill Emile Pinet February 4, 2016 at 11:18 AM Thanks Jill, I appreciate your supportive visits and friendly comments. Emile.

Steven Henderson February 4, 2016 at 9:05 AM I like this and the image. Peace to you and many blessings. Emile Pinet February 4, 2016 at 11:18 AM Thanks Steven, I appreciate your supportive comments. Emile.