She. Poem by Jak Black

She.

Rating: 5.0


On a journey soon I must embark
And leave this land I love.
No more I'll see the hovering lark,
Or hear it's song above.

I'll say goodbye to mountains,
I'll leave the valleys and the streams,
To find wind-water fountains,
The qi of which I dream.

My glass has steadily half drained.
My yin has lost it's yang.
I'm pained, I'm chained, my waxing's waned,
And the bells of Rhymney rang.

My time amongst you almost done,
Soon I'll trouble you no more.
This shoddy union, loosely spun,
My chair creeps nearer the door.

I'll close my eyes and think of she,
My goddess of the night.
For it's she that fills my glass with glee,
Upon the bench, beneath the old oak tree.

Saturday, October 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
dimitrios galanis 24 October 2018

Sensitive the scenes of the descriptions do move the painful soul...

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Lorraine Colon 16 October 2018

Only could such a lovely, well-written poem touch the heart as this one does, but........... Speak not of leaving, for you know not the hour, The winds of Fate will blow as they please; But let love take you from your lonely tower, And minister until your heart is at ease Lora

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