For the love of poetry….
This poem i wrote for the love of poetry….
full of loving words indeed
yet melancholy conquers widest heath
and tragedy's awaiting beneath
some sweet bits of memories bind us to the earth,
despite the envy and the jealousy of inhuman dearth,
let's think of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
of all the unhealthy and true dark ways
sublimed for our searching: yes, despite all,
bit shades of beauty moves away the
our dark spirits made the hell on earth
too many and heaps of dearth
the sun, the moon and the galaxy, they conjure magic
men, women old and young, sprouting a shady boon so tragic
see the daffodils blooming amongst the Dutch mills
spring is coming soon amongst these milky thrills
fresh with a sprinkling of fair perfuming "ills"
these earnest loving Dutch daffodils
indeed mesmerizing read
with bits of hate, despair and lust but of love so sweet
have introduced the old ones and the mighty dead
endless fountains perpetually of immortals to be read
you and i will be sleeping amongst roses perfume, i dare to bet
never forget God is nearest to us and He is Love,
i have created this till over the brim for Him above
and for the love of poetry, you see....?
Note: The Dutch mills produce milk and cheese
thank you poetry lovers, for reading,
©Sylvia Frances Chan -
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Anno Domini Sunday 19 January 2020.