scruffy_danny
08-01-2005, 01:43 PM
The Widow’s Heart
Torn and tangled in the bleak bewildered mind,
It cries – seeing death – images frozen in time.
But to all it frowns and sighs in its pretentious smile,
Though underneath there’s the glory of weeping denial.
Caught in life’s web, it still feels it copes,
Wishing its thin wings would but give it some hope.
And fly it away from the glaring devourer,
That is life, cruel strange life, unto the outsider.
Still smiling to all – it lingers inside,
And beats to their pulse, and chides to their rhyme,
But it knows that the words to their rhyme are all wrong,
And the words rhyming not, so do falsify the song.
So it stops and it glares,
And tears fall when it stares,
It feels more than it dares,
For feeling more it won’t care.
And it loves too much it sighs,
So much that it doth cry;
“All that I love doth seem to die,
Vanished, as though a lie, from mine eyes…”
Daniel Brocklehurst, July 2005
Torn and tangled in the bleak bewildered mind,
It cries – seeing death – images frozen in time.
But to all it frowns and sighs in its pretentious smile,
Though underneath there’s the glory of weeping denial.
Caught in life’s web, it still feels it copes,
Wishing its thin wings would but give it some hope.
And fly it away from the glaring devourer,
That is life, cruel strange life, unto the outsider.
Still smiling to all – it lingers inside,
And beats to their pulse, and chides to their rhyme,
But it knows that the words to their rhyme are all wrong,
And the words rhyming not, so do falsify the song.
So it stops and it glares,
And tears fall when it stares,
It feels more than it dares,
For feeling more it won’t care.
And it loves too much it sighs,
So much that it doth cry;
“All that I love doth seem to die,
Vanished, as though a lie, from mine eyes…”
Daniel Brocklehurst, July 2005