The Bard
Oblige the years so long past now,
Lines loiter here string vivid script;
Dead bard endears wise scope somehow.
Seer and sage fling mind-boggling trips,
Hear patterns shift in surge of voice;
Align fine wit in metaphor,
Keep timeless drift in flash of poise;
Engage fond bits beyond before,
Speak tragic turn in comic spur;
Ply wit and sense in sanguine fate,
Embrace the churn of jest that blurs;
Allow for tense the fragments late,
Rich sober tales can shadow fear,
Enshroud a veil that falls most clear.
Leon Enriquez
20 July 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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