"Heartspeak is the universal language."

-- H. Vanoy Barton

It's About Rhyme

Each Monday through Friday, holidays excluded, Verse of the day presents poetry that will touch your spirit, move your heart and impact your day. If you are a friend of love, a benefactor of life, a finder of lost treasure; if you are a redeemer of coupons, a saver of lives, a finder of lost hope; if you are a provider of hopes and dreams, a king or queen within your own castle; if you are a father or mother of a little or big child; if you are lost, hopeless or forlorn you have found the place.  Verse of the Day is for you.

Autumn

by
H. Vanoy Barton

Electrons still flowed within the ancient and unused lines.
Where a web of hope had once been weaved,
a solitary thread of love could still be seen.

A paper fluttered down an empty alley,
whisked by a gust and covered with dust,
a parchment from a forgotten past.

It skipped and sailed along its' hapless course,
a victim of chance, swirling in unhappy circumstance.

There was no one to read, no one to perceive,
the message upon the ancient scroll,
no one left to decipher the tale it told.

Words born from the fragments of dreams,
the patina of hope, or so it had seemed.

On an equinox so long ago, there appeared a new rhyme.
Words from many lands spoke of a happy plan,
a beautiful partner for the great dance of aligned time.

Fair and wondrous was their hand,
inscribing surcease and succor throughout the land.

Hope born of longing, of want, and of need,
the pursuit of peace was the creed they brought.

The message had been whispered and lovingly told,
it sparkled with the glitter of the finest gold.

Greed espied the gold and stole what was freely given to all.
Cupidity hid it away. Avarice supplanted the Millennium's call.

God wept, because the appointment had not been kept.









 

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