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Variation on a Theme

Though Time turns tides, storms ride to peace
when filter fresh Fates find,
Spring leaves [p]lay life as transient lease
leave grief behind in mind.

All idylls fail, though tales too sad
may be rewrit more kind,
where adaptation, good from bad,
would conjur state of mind

or sleight of hand which line by line
would draw in polychrome
the bitter black and white decline
from sweetness honeycomb.

Who once mourned lonely through caprice,
unhappy, undermined
dawn redisovers, pulses ceased -
tears frozen, chains unwind.

Oases fail as pains increase
as second sight's eye blind
transmutes what once seemed golden fleece
to stone mute, unrefined.

As some surf sculptured flotsam flung
back to the stormy sea,
as jetsam leaf of life’s tree hung
once on fate’s hinge, torn free.

As date, as anniversary,
from calendar expunged,
as sailor smit by siren’s see
in swirling ocean plunged.

As broken toy, forgotten, cast
aside some summer day,
abandoned by spite’s child who fast
found other ploy to play.

As voter, duty done, expelled
by politician snide
who cared more for positions held
than bridging deep divide.

As damsel in distress, no knight,
reflecting on love lost,
rejected by some parasite
who’d calculate cash cost.

As bloom precocious whose delight
is pinched by early frost
or stemmed by scissors expedite
in cut glass vase quick tossed.

As endless treason season’s plight
on land none cultivate,
whose soil pollution spoiled despite
a fertile womb to sate.

As troubled mind no music may
relieve from woes too great,
sights slight release when far away
love slips to leave cold grate.

These gifts to her he, heartless, gave
when making tracks elsewhere,
what then remained gained thankless grave
brave song none left to care.

Rose to the bait who float ignored,
hook, line, and sinker swallowed,
in palm of hand fate's lines seemed flawed
fast dreams, past life, found hollowed.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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