Wonders of

By Jonas Robinson

The old forest has gone gray
Brush has spoken, dissolved
In wonder of before
And thunder catapults thick license
Yes... yes
Though, what about before?
And then, what about thee, who I adore

The grayness cannot be spoken lightfully
Nor could either darkness nor lightness be perceived
As gray reason
And neither could you
And neither could I

For, what were those spoken seasons gleaming over the shadows
I wonder, what were the dark days like from position of the tree?

Yes... yes
Though, what about before?
The yellow bricks cry
And then, what about thee, my whore

And what of those days?
And what of the sky?
And the last person speaking, in a gloomy voice
Desiring... To understand you
And neither could they
And neither could I

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Published on Monday, January 14, 2019. Filed under: "Ironic" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This is one, I've written many versions of. I hope you all enjoy it. :)

Comments on "Wonders of"

On Monday, July 1, 2019, Dilated View (582) wrote:

This was a really interesting piece to read. I get the sense that someone tried so hard to pull someone out of their own self-inflicted, self-insisted disaster and despite those efforts it was blown along with the breeze, carefree but stuck to themselves, leaving those in their wake sad and exhausted. Interesting read, nicely done :)
On Monday, July 1, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

I'm glad you were able to enjoy this poem. Thank you for taking the time to analyze. :)
On Sunday, May 26, 2019, Samael Crowe (173) wrote:

I greatly enjoyed the unexpected rhyme before-adore and before-whore. Oh and the ending.... Fantastic writing, Jonas!
On Friday, June 21, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

Thank you so much. I loved the rhyme in this too. And, the ending. :)
On Tuesday, March 19, 2019, sTr8-jAcKeT (697) wrote:

Jonas my man! This is Art and I am thoroughly impressed. This completely enthralls the reader to question every point, every word, every purpose of anything that is ever said or done in Life or a relationship. Why would someone put forth such an effort to woo and cherish, only to leave a devastating wake across your soul? Why would they convey, convince and try to fool us into believing they will be there through that storm only to leave a peering off the docks into the abyss forevermore? This had such depth and content, thank you for sharing this piece of you and all of us.
On Sunday, March 24, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

Thanks, sTr8. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. Thank you for your profound interpretation. :)
On Monday, February 25, 2019, Chelsey Elaine (75) wrote:

This feels like loss, yet reads like desire. I loved every minute xox
On Tuesday, February 26, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

I'm glad you enjoyed by poem. Thank you for understanding the ironies which I intended to express. :)
On Friday, February 15, 2019, ADevilParadigm (28) wrote:

I see a return to a place that was never forgotten. Of winter's caress on the forests..long long dead. Where once it was full of life, much like carnal desires. An intricate piece. I love the cryptic wording, yet still so clear. Very touching to the soul. Beautiful.
On Friday, February 15, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

Thank you for your poetic description of your feelings and interpretation regarding my poetry. :)
On Monday, January 21, 2019, dwells (4177) wrote:

An enigmatic snapshot that speaks to me of love and loss and the relentless march of time to which we must all pay homage. Cherish the good memories and learn from the bad ones; for they are our treasures and our crosses to be borne. Cheers JR! - Dan
On Tuesday, January 29, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

Thank you for your profound interpretation. I'm always glad when you evaluate my writing on such a mature level. :)