As the rain falls a simple tapping
My thoughts are in a mental rapping
And in my bed is a gentle napping
My fears are now few and far
As I ponder a sprinkled seedling
Saved of hunger a wrinkled sapling
From drought, leaves crinkled dangling
Now quenched, thirst is few and far
Drops flow down the window creeping
As the drown man's widow's weeping
Childish innuendo is left sleeping
Good and evil pure are few and far
As the seed is slowly grappling
So to she is boldly tackling
Both burdens coldly cackling
Respite and relief few and far
But now the laurel's reaching
To the sky and coral beaching
To the hills with morals screeching
Need for prayer and wishes few and far
Until we graze near distant stars
And lay our gaze on resistant scars
For flood and blaze's persistent bars
Mired in boiled toiled reaping
Often oafs are sought to strangle
Sunk and low for plans to angle
But the strong won't stop the wrangle
Between the few and far, softly leaping
Nothing ever so few and far
With the yore and morrow sneaking
Into the years no sorrow blinking
Everything is so few and far
It's the curse of perseverance
Severed of your merits, little reverence
Even worse, angels become hateful spirits
In need of kindly, lovely lyrics near and far
When the bush and wall are mangled
As the thorn and rose are tabled
That's when heart and brain are uncabled
Thus proceeds' the curseverance near and far
Comments on "Curseverance"
A former member wrote:
You build on a breath held, the moment of beginnings when fears and thirst are few and far. Something about the way leaves crinkled dangling and now quenched is separated is so eloquent. This beginning lulls me into a sleepy space where life continues even as the widow weeps, but her mourning isn't harsh, rather the background skirmish on a soul when all around the rain is too lulling to care. And then...slowly things change, and now relief and release are few and far as the world shifts around me. ... but then it lulls me in again as the laurels reach and corals beach and there's no need for moral prayers, and i'm dreamy again. ... until slowly, so slowly the wave builds until the angels become hateful spirits, rising, rising with the bush and wall mangled, the thorn and rose tabled, the curse of perserverance 'round the globe takes its taxing task to root. It's a wave that i ride, washing and releasing in rest and then relapse. It's like living on the earth. It IS the song of the earth. Magnificent.
On Friday, June 14, 2013, Alchemist
Your assessment of my work may be better than the work itself and hence why I love your insight into my works.
On Wednesday, December 19, 2012, ColourGod
Those last four lines seal it...
On Tuesday, October 9, 2012, Star
omg this is awesome, this is even better than mine, when i wrote it.. absolutely loved this piece.. well done (:
On Tuesday, October 9, 2012, Poe Etiquette
really loved the allusion to the Raven in your style and structure. but appreciated that it was an allusion in style only. as to the content, i greatly appreciated the uniquness and rythmic metaphisical truths of some past event or thought, entwined so acutely. though it was an abstract sense, it followed a logical vein and reached definite conclusions, i fell. thakns for the read. distant stars/resistant scars was my favorite stanza
On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, Ortolan
I like the rhythm in that poem.The Old English style of words interspersed with a fluid dedication to nature, and it's metaphors of life.Excellent job.Very well done.
On Wednesday, August 22, 2012, dwells
An old quote comes to mind: something along the lines of "unrewarded geniuses are legion, and live a life of frustration and unappreciation - meanwhile to succeed, slow and steady wins the race. Not very exciting, but effective as a survival technique. Cheers!
On Tuesday, August 21, 2012, Nehema
Beautiful Shawn. It's always a pleasure to read many of the poets here on DP especially ones that reach for new heights - XXOO
A former member wrote:
I remember when you first joined DP, you have come a long way.
Nice to see how one hones their art.
Thanks for sharing
On Monday, August 20, 2012, Maladroit
This tells me a lot of stories. I wish I possessed the kind of skill it takes to convey a story in a poem but I fear I am to self absorbed to make something from someone else. Bottle me up some skills, yeah?
On Monday, August 20, 2012, Alchemist
Thank you but I think you are a magnificent poet.