Divergences
Are the stories told
Of paths and choices
Of seeking for an
Improvement..
Of paths not taken..
Regrets and doubts..
Better choices ahead
All rolled up as
Divergences of what
Does not diverge...
Categories:
divergences, encouraging, light, science, words,
Form: Light Verse
You keep them to yourself, divergences,
Along the way they sprawl, uncounted,
Retaliations barbed, annulling love,
And darling words with tears confounded.
The hollow echoing chambers of the heart,
Receptacles of many well-aimed darts,
As honeyed moments oftentimes turn sour,
Reciprocating love in fits and starts.
Endearments may well fall on stony ground,
As happy days surrender to the moon,
And hard-edged days turn into coldest night
And love's sweet anthems fade and die too soon.
But underlying dark times flows a stream,
A constant certain current of belief.
True love will find a way into the light
And joy replace what once was felt as grief.
Categories:
divergences, relationship, true love,
Form: Rhyme
Now-a-days
I feel like passing on,
My heart is dripping down.
Being faded, inefficient,
Blood booms back to my feeling.
However I live, live always with
All my dreams, decorum, disabilities
And with the divergences I hold.
If I die now, a kingdom will fall,
Fall it silently, likely leaving nobody liberated.
Hence I'm without charge, in passing away
Setting for nothing, because I am dying.
Categories:
divergences, death, depression, dream,
Form: Free verse
China Fading
Hours are many, have become so full.
Hardly a minute, a second to breath.
Meaningful moments are so few.
Only memories of what was known, with you,
are all that remain, of a way of life
scattered among the flakes of winter days.
As China, fades upon the waning pages of History
exploring, knowing, experiencing, journeying
upon the waves of new avenues, new adventures.
In hands are the remnants of tear drops
crystalizing into myriads of flakes,
flakes in all their memorable divergences.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 22nd 2016
Categories:
divergences, destiny,
Form: Free verse
On trains that travel through tunnels of ambiguity.
The motion of the wheels meld into the subconscious.
A commuter routine of blood sweat and ignorance.
Outside fragmented windows stand the borders of disease.
A chaotic jumble of envy and spiritless ineptitude.
Roll into the station whilst time grinds still.
Tickets to oblivion checked by the conductor of greed.
End of the line stretches into infinite divergences.
Categories:
divergences, imagination
Form: Free verse