An attempt at ruba'i quatrains - may Fitzgerald forgive me! |
MOVING ON And shall my story once again take flight To banish now the sullen gloom of night So shall it be for those who come to know That poesy may make the darkness light. The storied dreams of all those many years Shall underscore my passing hopes and fears And make a montage of my loss and gain To banish from my soul the futile tears I stood there once upon the airy heights To gaze into the future days and nights Where joy and hope and youthful pleasure reigned Then heedless of the bitter truths and plights The past is done and now is cast in stone For hurt and pain I’ve caused I must atone The simple facts of time and place reveal Responsibility is mine and mine alone To shower the world with hatred and with pain For some, a hope of paradise to gain. Abjuring love as if some foul disease Coating the land with an obsessive stain. But turn to love, and hope and joy sublime From out the pit of darkness we may climb And make a future warm with friendship’s balm By casting off the chains of former time. A formula not writ in blood and strife Provides a path to guide me through this life And moving on towards the final gate Escape the pain of evil’s savage knife One final time I call upon the fates To open up the pathway to the gates And see us through the rocks, the traps, the snares Towards the final challenge that awaits. Be with me, love, together we shall be Finding at last the long forgotten key To solve our own reality in peace That, at the end, permits us to be free. 36 lines |