Roaming the world ‘bout, seeking myself franticly…

Roaming the world ‘bout, seeking myself franticly;

Fool that I am! whiles carry ‘bout with me

That I seek, and tire down with sheer burthen of’t;

As grapes o’erripe break with their weight hung by boughs aloft:

Yet no surer the buffoon staves off his whipping

But earth, when heaven’s water breaks from the clouds, doth o’erflow;

Wherefore sense on him dawns, his night-black doom passing,

Like ensues the flood psychedelic rainbow:

So far along this avocation abroad am I set on,

Dwining ‘neath the sun, my shelter though unbeknown borne!

************************************

“Love insists the loved loves back!” Helen trail’d this track,

Ascendant authoress of Troy’s ruinous sack!

Had she none requited, she’d spared Priam’s city;

Wherefore Troy’s name had evoked reverent awe, not pity!

Now love back I, lodged within your grand city walls;

In hopes this brings life thee, not poison with acid watergalls!

For why with travel foolhardy beseem I roe,

Who for meat sallies forth, but the prey retreats home;

Himself emperilling and keepers whence he’d raom:

Meshing the foe’s gin with each step as he did go!

Thus I back seek to refund home, ere my soul injure,

And ne’er misdoubt whither my best treasure lies more!

*************************************

As far from you I wend, as limbo from commerce;

Whilst in you do live, as doth the point struck ‘midst sphere of compass!




Loading...


127 Total Views 1 Views Today

By Sydney Chesterfield on June 6, 2016 · Posted in Braindrops On Yellow Leaves, Literary, Poetry, Trends

Sorry, comments are closed on this post.