Dark days were foreseen
Events turned out mean
No more was I serene
As on the rim do I lean!
The cause, the loss of my pen
My favourite, gifted by my Beloved
Shall I bear with such a stand?
Existence itself seemed recurved!
Blessed thought I be to be though
When a tap I heard on my window
A little dove it was, with my pen in its beak
Delighted, I felt my heart getting weak!
Dark days turned golden
Must be the Mercy of Urizen
A little dove turned invisible
After acting as his rightful disciple!
My Beloved shall not be sad
Fate did not allow me to be bad
To write eternal verses I shall,
Of his love, care and enthrall!
Categories:
recurved, animals, faith, happiness, mystery,
Form: Quatern
i want to say i took my shot and snared the woman with one thought
held my breath, tempting fate, i gave myself the day to prey
charged at the door from across the room i knew it simply wasn't true
traps and guises failed my amorous pursuit
i want to say all my truth from the moment i set eyes on you
masked and hidden from suspicion, the mouth speaks with aimed precision
words waking moments of shared pain following through side street plain
unarmed and adrenaline fused we went home
i want to do things with you that bring us back to childhood
learning with a string onside, tickling your recurved spine
our education a lifelong goal forging a promise: we'll break the mold
ignoring warnings and what we were told
Categories:
recurved, girlfriend-boyfriendeducation,
Form: Free verse