Poem 036: Flash Of Joy - Poem by Samer Madbak
Behold that wonder in its rising path
Behold it levitating from the strath
Whisp’ring to me, I answer Beauty’s call,
I hurry to the roof, I start to scrawl
A pastoral to one celestial Dame;
Though words unfitting, and my language lame
For here again, this enigmatic sight,
Those fluffy clouds of magic milky white
The witching pallor of this witching view,
The friendly chill, the air, this bonny hue
Are fine a theme to what I now indite;
A poem to express a diff’rent plight…
Anon the drifting mist condenses more,
The drizzle much persistent than before
I rush for shelter 'neath that covered nook,
My fancies also rush into my book:
A letter from my devastated core
To Her alone whom truly I adore.
I stare…the haze now draws a thicker veil
Concealing from my eyes the mighty Dale,
Swathing the hamlet in its mystery
My soul is rapt in full felicity.
The drizzle’s now a rain, the breeze a gale
And lo! My screed turns out to be a tale.
But hours of glee live not a longer time
When Verity commits her furtive crime,
The curtain falls upon the final scene,
And throws me in the lap of dull routine
For all is lost, all joys die in their prime
And naught remains, but memories and rhyme!
July 30th 1988
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