Joanie's Poem

Joanie's Poem

 

It comes, whispered, it lingers, sensed

then swells in tumultuous surge

it forms...

...a thought fanned, in tumbled letters

spin, set one upon the next...

dittoing dots in bended line from

depth's essense spanned,

stilled in time...

all arise, hesitant, dazed become

frayed phrased meaning less,

disengaged...

 

dare I chance...seize this echo, vibrating

last...cast adrift, out of sync

barely grasped...yet caught

 

the thought

you......you

that spark...the book of splendor sings

 

you......you

whose hands unearth antiquity's spring...

treasures thrust from ancient dust...

awaken millenial sleep

 

you......you

whose pen wrought in stone, truths

hidden by time shown...known

 

you......you

whose wit lights ten thousand

candle glows, illuminating mind's

painting brush in rainbow rush,

hues sublime all stand alone

righteous, strong, firm-against the stride

 

You......you

turn away and flee

sun's warm renew

 

step behind steadfast, bound

from life's well lived possibility...

breaths breathed, born of trapezium cluster

with no respite, no farewell voiced...no penned advised...

 

you......you

mount your steed in exit flight

leave in wake...in thought, in form

tumbling hearts spun...

hands wrought in bended knee in

sounding cries in ties from depths

that time denies...in swelling surge

spanned, steeped in tolled,

          mined...

 

thoughts once their's, our's, mine...

 

you......you

betrayed life

yours......yours

 

rage in thunder......

 

why...?                   by MarciaMarcia

                              July 2016 (11:11)

                              (on Joanie's suicide)