Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 231 Points (22 September / London)

All Else Is Shadow - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Dear, “if you read these lines remember not
the hand that writ”, by Destiny propelled,
for many venture, most are soon forgot,
by Chance or choice to Lethe swift expelled.
The moving finger, spellbound, writes, impelled
to tell the world, - its jealous eyes to dot, -
of one whose talents true cannot be spelled,
all else is shadow, bolt – Time flies – soon shot.
“Age cannot wither, nor can custom stale
her infinite” unique, – both vain and sot
is who would dare to circumscribe her tale.
All praise is superficial and must fail
to sway the heart which on Love’s wind would sail.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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