Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Time's Tide


Those cause/effect relations seek to investigate
ask why life’s lamentations can’t flow past pearly gate,
why can’t hope’s expectations some sects anticipate
show we’re wheeled incarnations, frustrations, fears, negate

Why worry what tomorrow may offer if at all,
share laughter, spurning sorrow, ignoring wailing wall,
each wakes one day, hopes hollow, must piper pay as shawl
in winding sheet few follow, no trumps for final call.

Time's tide has been extended beyond the sands of hope,
free ride from heyday ended, frayed tether, broken rope,
recount lost time expended, events' ghost mirage grope,
as most proud man intended black hole's Time's telescope.

Bright spark, life's candle gutters, so swiftly movements cease,
one cry before heart flutters, before 'Here rests in peace! '
one sigh then parting’s shutters are drawn with no surcease,
one dies while crowd bread butters inheritance apiece.

In youth great expectations mask ignorance, a vice,
few meet anticipations, most, sour, scower at Fate’s dice.
life’s joke is on Creation’s head, ne’er repeated twice,
one innings: vindications leave after-thoughts to lice.

Behind lie verses threaded, skeins sense retains in vain,
life's loves too soon are bedded by Fate immune to pain.
life’s gloves too soon are shredded by thorny greed for gain,
‘Above’ is concept wedded to fear, none bat again.

Submitted: Monday, December 22, 2008
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

(2 January 2001 revised 22 December 2008 for initial version see below)
Some cause/effect relations
would understand and splice,
what wall of lamentations
may give a game played twice?

Why care Creation's date to play,
the aeons ebb and flow,
Man wakes one day with price to pay,
and nowhere left to go.

Time's tide has been extended
beyond the sands of hope,
the time for games has ended,
what trumps remain, what scope?

In youth great expectations
masked ignorance, a vice,
of how anticipations
can sour at throw of dice.

A spark, life's candle gutters,
so swiftly mouvements cease.
One cry before heart flutters,
before 'Here rests in peace! '

Luck's tithe has been expended,
no slack remains, the rope
draws tight 'spite rules once bended
to ease life's line, to cope.

And like these verses threaded
in skein sense would retain,
Life's loves too soon are bedded
by Fate immune to pain.

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