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.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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