Devotion 1678 Current Version

Devotion infinite persists,
as wellspring bright, delight unbroken,
lament turns triumph and insists
upon no brash explicit token.

Complicity may troubles soothe,
frost melt to foster brow unfurrowed,
unhappiness henceforth removed
no thorns, no storms, no dark caves burrowed.

Time slips away as one, eternal,
peerless, priceless, praise deserves,
pure light-in-darkness, blight infernal
must vanish, banished, joy reserves
its sweetmeats sumptious, sempiternal
as any history conserves.
Vivacious verses ever vernal,
voice vim, vitality and verve.

No need for praise pre-packaged, grooved,
gaze on these lines whose theme's unborrowed
from poets past who maidens moved
with melodies forgot unsorrowed.

Confusion fled, fusion consists
of tenderness overt, unspoken,
no place for graceless solipsists
narcissistic grief foretoken.

(25 January 2009)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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