Friday, May 29, 2020
The Tolling Death Knell
The distant and echoing swell
Of the tolling bell,
Resounding peals that silently dispel
The earthmoving deadening spell
Doth forsake and foretell
Upon the date marked well
In chiseled stone thine own Danielle-
Of grief and tears befell
Upon this dying farewell
Where memories will be kept unwell
In this unforeseen hell,
Alas, I'll have this day to be held
And the tolling death knell.
Thursday, May 7, 2020
The Servant
The hours after midnight slowly unwind
upon my mind, an unceasing forbearance
of the hypnotic vespers and whispers of the
talebearing debauchery, alas, the lading embrace
of youth, like the wisp of light upon some butterfly’s
wing, scramble amongst the bramble, subtleties and
vernaculars kite upon the darkness, sorrow always
scales and stipes the nightfall like some avenging hunter,
I will not stand still and fight these higher demons, I cannot
slake their power, my alliance is this conformity of grief, I
need no one’s aid, for you cannot see these ghosts, you can’t hear
their litanies, and you’ll never battle amongst any god and win,
now, the linear of time captures every crumb of memory and
enraptures every tangible misdeed with wile and chaw, this
voluminous overlay is my broken cross to bear alone, for welcoming
this vituperation is my ascent to penance, but, death will end it and
I’ll await to give the worms their feast because it’s better to serve someone
than to be their king.
©️5/7/2020
- John Hardesty
Monday, May 4, 2020
Maturity
I was such a late bloomer, I didn't bloom until the
tenth snowfall.
©️ 5/4/2020
- John Hardesty
The Muck, Mire, and Mud
We see clearly the liquid in the cruet,
yet, the honey needs tasting like the bee
for whom savored every flower in the
exuberant meadow; though the same akin
bottle above the safety of reach lies an unmarked
deadly liquid that was devoured by a helpless child,
now, departs one happy family;
Through the bramble and wood, some youthful sprigs
find the morsel of life-morels, yet, inadequate in
nature’s trickery pluck every mushroom they see,
whilst eating them like candy, singing and laughing
all the way to their graves;
The foggy mist descends upon the valley,
flustered by uncertainty, most wait it out and let
the sun lift the shroud from the morning, though
one cad decided he knew the road well but the cliff
not that much;
Take stock in everything, including your life,
there’s no insurance in the world that compensates
for negligence and stupidity.
©️ 5/4/2020
- John Hardesty
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