Summer snow

 “Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

A rose in December,
 snows in July,
 as far as we know
 the unexpected will die.

 Common sense has infirmities
 deformities, affinities,
 with pie in the sky;
 we seek to get by.

Nothing happens too late
 that isn’t taboo
 a floating moon slips
 above stone-built walls,
 a story of endurance
 illiterate, is all,

We don’t know nothing,
 i’m certain of that,
 a waxing moon lingers in the sky
 as centuries float by….

My eyes were deceived by promises
unmade, on the way to the grave;
abiding luck, in a shaman’s eyes,
whispers a stuttering goodbye.

 Don’t rely on promises
 made beneath the moon
 a birth or a death

 can happen too soon.

 Just pray to get through the day.
 Say that I love thee
 not to death
 but far-far beyond,

 where the meagre words
 of this sing-song-song
 will carry you along.
 

 

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John Marks

Mon 18th Jan 2021 19:54

Thank you Kristian and Stephen and also Cathy and Keith for your unstinting support. And Aisha, dear Aisha, I nearly forgot your generosity - mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. And Aviva, yes, I chose the song to work with the poem. Both carry a message for the less-deceived reader, echoed in the words of Dante (born c.1265, Florence — died September 13/14, 1321). That great Italian poet, advised us thus:

“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

This view, espoused by Dante, harks back to the central belief of Christians, that God took human form and allowed himself to be crucified at Golgotha. In the ninth hour of Christ's agony his words, recorded in both the new testament gospels and the old testament psalms, :"Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?" "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" have echoed down the centuries. Few listen in this barbarous age as the Christians of the East cry out for help.

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keith jeffries

Mon 18th Jan 2021 17:59

John,

You have successfully incorporated the tenuous and unpredictability of life in this poem. As always very well crafted.
Thank you for this

Keith

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 18th Jan 2021 17:32

Poignant disillusionment and fragility of life and sense of eternity.
I'm not certain if that's what the poet intends but I am certain that its a very subtle and meaningful poem. I also really loved the audio track which happens to be a completely different song but mesmerising and beautifully sung. I'm wondering if it was intended and adds an additional dimension of loss, or just occurred by accident.

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Vautaw

Mon 18th Jan 2021 15:30

Another beautiful poem John. I especially like the verse, "a waxing moon lingers in the sky as centuries float by." It makes me think life is poetic despite the atrocities. ❤

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