Keep these verbs <br />you may require them <br />to bend a steel of wrath- <br />sharp weapons from behind <br />grow flashy: into wounds <br />they strike certainty of destruction. <br /> <br /> <br />Be sure, that I may not come- <br />not even my surreal shadows <br />from this portion <br />of your soft yellow light. <br /> <br /> <br />These nouns that once <br />acted hopefully <br />like a complacent boatman <br />to steer our way of love- <br />floated us down in the divine stream- <br />washed our nights and days, <br />our burning suns and cloyed moons- <br />with surfs and salts of life, <br />see whirl of doom. <br /> <br /> <br />When you prefer to run down north <br />south must be left behind- <br />and fade unknown... <br />when brooding flowers <br />will fill your hands <br />trees'll gape empty <br />and suffer neglect of our eyes... <br /> <br /> <br />Love the rhyme and vision of north, <br /> <br />keep the flowers' hues on your eyes- <br /> <br />but before that <br />you have to prove others futile- <br /> <br />Take these verbs, <br />those throttling nouns <br />to mend your weapon speech <br /> <br /> <br />They will perish your old choices <br />under new sun. <br /> <br />Be rife with arguments <br />like old Roman friend, Brutus.<br /><br />Rites Ghosh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verbs-and-nouns-of-love/
