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The Solitary Bard
- The Solitary Bard -
Passing went the hours as I penned with heavy heart,
Words of rhyme to capture the imaginations of people.
Who hears my words now; am I merely a voice in the wind?
As it howls, are there none to hear the cry of a solitary bard!
So many storms beset this world, and so few stand fast.
So few voices dare to speak the truth, to do their part,
But my words rang forth like a bell in a chapel's steeple.
Loud the call, and quiet the caller, with a soul on the mend.
Passing are the hours, and to face them alone is truly hard!
Yet I endure, and will not fade too quietly into the past.
Did I request the sorrows of my life, or the will I must bear?
Strong before the tempest that seeks to engulf all sunlight,
I bore the lamp of shining virtue even in the darkest abyss.
Who will see the light, and who will be warmed thereby...
I wonder oft, for I know that nothing ever stays the same.
Sometimes I ponder love, as toward the stars my eyes stare.
Am I hoping for too much, or is my hope like unto a blight,
Wanting for the water of life to bestow upon it a welcome kiss?
Until I know, I must continue to believe, even as I sigh...
And in belief there is comfort, and never is there shame.
Am I despised, who sought with loving heart a loving lass,
Speaking words both light and dark to show the depths...
For no soul is shallow, and no words wasted that are true?
Who will carry the light for me, when mine has gone dim...
Are there none left who value love enough in their souls!
I must accept that all things that are golden fair must pass,
And that some secrets that are treasured, must be kept...
Times change so quickly, yet above the sky is always blue.
So deceptive is that azure, and the light shining like tin...
Of the sun that watches all of us, as we play out our roles!
Passing went the hours as I penned with heavy heart,
Words of rhyme to capture the imaginations of people.
Who hears my words now; am I merely a voice in the wind?
As it howls, are there none to hear the cry of a solitary bard!
So many storms beset this world, and so few stand fast.
So few voices dare to speak the truth, to do their part,
But my words rang forth like a bell in a chapel's steeple.
Loud the call, and quiet the caller, with a soul on the mend.
Passing are the hours, and to face them alone is truly hard!
Yet I endure, and will not fade too quietly into the past.
Did I request the sorrows of my life, or the will I must bear?
Strong before the tempest that seeks to engulf all sunlight,
I bore the lamp of shining virtue even in the darkest abyss.
Who will see the light, and who will be warmed thereby...
I wonder oft, for I know that nothing ever stays the same.
Sometimes I ponder love, as toward the stars my eyes stare.
Am I hoping for too much, or is my hope like unto a blight,
Wanting for the water of life to bestow upon it a welcome kiss?
Until I know, I must continue to believe, even as I sigh...
And in belief there is comfort, and never is there shame.
Am I despised, who sought with loving heart a loving lass,
Speaking words both light and dark to show the depths...
For no soul is shallow, and no words wasted that are true?
Who will carry the light for me, when mine has gone dim...
Are there none left who value love enough in their souls!
I must accept that all things that are golden fair must pass,
And that some secrets that are treasured, must be kept...
Times change so quickly, yet above the sky is always blue.
So deceptive is that azure, and the light shining like tin...
Of the sun that watches all of us, as we play out our roles!
Published 22nd Jan 2016
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23rd Jan 2016 5:52am
Emily Dickinson said: 'I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.'
it befits your poem, truly...
it befits your poem, truly...
25th Jan 2016 1:26am
I am deeply honored by the comparison to Emily Dickinson very much, John! Both because I am a great fan of her poetry and because where she came from is not far from where I live. But your statement is very true methinks... and does embody the spirit of this humble poem of mine very splendidly. I have heard many people comment upon that quote of Emily's and to each person it can oft mean something different... to me, it makes me think (much as certain parts of my Solitary Bard poem does) of how I sought after many things in life, but found tremendous wisdom and knowledge not simply without but within as well. Since, after all, in knowing oneself one might thereafter learn all else with greater ease. So that is an excellent observation on your part! And a very insightful comment all the way around. :)
