The night is not yet ripe.
Darkness has not yet filled the cupola.
Light sieves through the sky still.
The nail-prick moon is anxious to leap over the fence.
Why wail your woes so prematurely?
Your cup of grief has not spilt over the brim.
Why? You aren’t even sabotaged by your near.
There are friends left, still, who can console.
Nature, too, retains its Midas touch with you.
Music continues to burrow its way through your heart
And love-laces enchant you in their own libertine ways.
Why hasten you, then, your end, my friend?
Life is not a Colditz or an Auschwitz
That you can make a successful bid to escape.
Once you are in its ambit
You are damned to serve your sentence.
Forbear! Dry your eyes my friend!
I am afraid, you faint in vain.
Let the vein of faith bleed a little longer.
And the kidney of hope fail dialyzing your wits.
Remember!
No enterprise is worth risking life
If death can’t be its ultimate reward.
A contest entry
- What do you have to say to the cynic? by RechercheCadaver.
1000 points, ended January 6, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow
Very creative and profound. Another well expressed write. Best of luck in the contest.
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Thought provoking
Now, this is a profound piece of writing. It seems to hint at a positive and naturalist approach to life, but I could have misunderstood. Also, the lines "Your cup of grief has not spilt over the brim.
Why? You aren’t even sabotaged by your near" would be useful for meditation to anyone, cynic or not. I find that too many people have that "woe is me" attitude and I did too not too long ago, although I blame it on teen angst. I also loved the last lines "No enterprise is worth risking life
If death can’t be its ultimate reward." I really enjoyed reading this.
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