'tis oft now I wonder...

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'tis oft now I wonder...

‘tis oft now I wonder, how it is with thee?

I trail unbroken promises as a shroud to swathe

All passions felt, beneath the dry,

Sunken depths of a desert like soul,

Left lamenting fairer climes.

 

Thou art the shivering spirit beneath the glowing sun,

As a hand and a token I reach for thee,

And seek anew the sweet Promised Land.

 

I know in my heart,

As much as I might reach, thou would’st walk in the shade,

Am I wrong to lament the passing of spring?

Wrong to wonder, why oh so short a life,

Doth my summer smile endure?

 

I recollect a time of ease, beyond the shadow dim,

I remember when last we danced beneath the stars,

Thy word a sweet caress.

 

The morn and the night meld into one,

As I find myself wondering, where art the sun?

Hast thou forsaken the noon and night,

Left me to dream, of a new dawn break?

Alas I would that thou, recall thyself, as I do now,

 

A shining, blazing banner broke,

Upon the hill of newfound hope.

A smiling sweetly, in the throes of blessed joy.

I remember thee in days gone by,

When all the world did fresh new days, and bright future belie.

 

And thus as it was spoken, as words fall to dust,

I am a powerless smith of hollow verse,

Willing that I might a smile evoke.

 

For I wish thee a happy day,

A dream to stoke, the fire of thine eyes.

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Qualin commented on 'tis oft now I wonder...

01-14-2011

A POETRESS ON THE HORIZION TO BE RECONED WITH A SMILE I ENVOKE SUCCESS!!! QUALIN

Narrator

01/14/2011

I am truly humbled. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Narrator.

gogant commented on 'tis oft now I wonder...

11-17-2010

THE BRITISH ARE COMING.......Quite bespoken are your words of wonderment......smiles, dreams, forgiven unbroken promises, and all one can imagine, are here within these lines, so tenderly. This is mine....these words you give so unselfishly, my dear.................................................................gogant

Narrator

12/10/2010

Thank you gogant! I am so glad yo took the time to read and comment! Poetry is all the sweeter when given freely. The price of caring, can sometimes be loss. Narrator.

Desmotti commented on 'tis oft now I wonder...

11-17-2010

Thou art the sweet venom of forgotton language...thy poison enters all who've adorned their eyes...yet none are afflicted in souring caustic. I thank thee for the memory of older, and better times where the portraits of longing thought were quilled at the expense of masterful beauty...Bravo.

Narrator

12/10/2010

And it warms my heart to know that the old ways are not entirely forgotten. Let us hope the hallowed halls of yesterday, are once more revealed in the warm sun of tomorrow. Thank you for reading and commenting!

Rhymer commented on 'tis oft now I wonder...

11-17-2010

An intrguing write, enjoyed the style and the read. Excellent piece.

Narrator

12/10/2010

I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading and the comment, very much appreciated! Narrator.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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Ol' Christopher Marlowe's Day 3
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Free to Soar 9
Dead Filament 4
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Mispent Eternity 2
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Crimson Tears 5
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Enduring Eternally 1
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Fate of a Soul 2
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