Parting Sho[u]ts Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

'A's' parting shots lack credibility
when 'B' plays deaf to what the former says,
dismisses pat, claps pat on back, gainsays
hurt's authenticity as tiresome bee
which stings, and, stinging, ends its history,
self-sacrifice as price the piper pays.
When grieving party's well-worn patience frays,
recrimination's compensation fee
falls fast on par with mediocrity,
mocked by clock, block, gridlock - life's time-trap maze,
forlorn, frustration born, torn goals betrays,
morality scorned by mortality.

Need shouts vain roundabout, seeds painful essence,
plight shutters light, doubts' surf trace evanescence.

© Jonathan Robin robi3_1525_robi3_0000 SXX_JLU
sonnet written 21 December 2006 as
Final Word revised 15 November 2008 as Parting Sho[u]ts for previous version see below


Final Word

The 'final word' finds slight finality
when one plays deaf to what the other says,
dismisses pat, not pat on back, gainsays
verve as nerve, alacrity as bee
which stings, and, stinging, ends its history,
self-sacrifice as price the piper pays.
Mona Lisa's eyes spurned worldly frays,
sought beyond sight her newborn daughter, she,
flew far above man's mediocrity
thus mocked both clock and block, one sided craze,
both passing time-chime, rhyme, men's worldly ways,
and thus, thereby, gained immortality.

The need to shout shows signs of self-defense
irrelevant when one is speeded hence...




© Jonathan Robin – sonnet written 21 December 2006