Churning ashen aspirations in hot disbelief <br />grief neither offered, sought, nor accepted, cool relief. <br />Bewaring sharing, airing bewaring, <br />wearing caring, yet caring wearing, <br />comparing wellfaring wonder to wander without bearing repairing <br />fear for hold both ensnaring and scaring. <br />Conscious initiatives impairing, hear[t] despairing <br />of tocsin that might anytime, anywhere ring, <br />baring, bearing biting anguish, her bark ‘shoaldered’ towards grief’s reef. <br /> <br />Where once two souls quivered on dawn’s threshold <br />Cupid’s quiver, spurned, turned poison dart, <br />target mirage-melting before signal start <br />could greet-meet sweet expectations. Short-sold, <br />she tiptoed, wrily sees through the pain pane <br />dream visions disappear, rooted to the ground remain. <br />Harsh daylight leaves emotions flightless, insightless, numb, <br />discards rule of thumb stirrings as confidence falls dumb. <br />mourns night's passing - morn the thief.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/churning/
