Thursday, June 18, 2009

Desolation

To be, and to be seen
as unique
special in the eyes of love
not one of many
fitted
as hands to a glove

To be felt there
love
within this heart to touch
a life spent hoping
expecting
could it be too much?

Doubt,
sow the needless seeds
no sleight of hand exists
I am the one,
not seen
through a world of mists

Crushed
repeatedly
self-respect slain
the battler
now too weary
craves freedom from the pain

How builds the teary glaze
that befalls
the long lost bard
imposters reign, the mighty fall
age weary,
is a new dawn too hard?

Courage
for one last effort
to seek the final treasure
to feel complete, special, wanted
giving,
so others reap the pleasure

Friendships are hard to find
don’t waste them
this commodity is rare
these words reflecting my soul,
my deepest thoughts,
are not written for flare

One last try
win or fail
happiness, my mind screams
respect, regard, craved a lifetime
trust and love
life’s ultimate dreams.


© Bernard J Rossi

7 comments:

  1. Thanks Elaine, over the years my poetry has been a friend and a release.

    BJR

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  2. Outstanding...your words continue to give me a story of life painting the scene with words.

    Regards,
    A.J.

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  3. Thanks A.J. Sometimes it is a challenge for me to know which poems to put forward next. They all have a story to tell.

    Thanks for popping by too. I have been extremely busy of late but I hope to get back to the things I love and the good people around me now.

    BJR

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  4. Dreams transform, they daze and confuse. Thanks for the thought-provoking words. Foudn you through Paige's blog

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  5. Thank you Liara, nice to have you come by. I will thank Paige next time I visit her blog. I had a quick visit to your blog and will return later. You cover a very interesting topic.

    I have a number of poems based on dreams and will post more over the next month.

    How is Melbourne? I love it and will one day move back there.

    BJR

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  6. Ah, sometimes, we dream too much, or dream too real...

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