For Mirth....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Worry taxing vindication

Deep lines score a harried brow,

Hooded eyes reveal the torment

Green of bile consuming now.

 

Years compile the load endureth

Weighted soul with quilted guilt,

Bowed is back and shoulder bendeth

Round and bound imbued as built.

 

So laboured by the leaden deeds

Weighted by the tomes of greed,

Cloistered with the avarice

Of omnipresent want and need.

 

Oh to see a mote of sunshine

Beam between the felted cloud,

Oh to feel the right of light

Emerge unhindered from the shroud.

 

God! To witness ordinary

Moments from this sea of pain…

To capture the exquisite joy

Of freely given mirth again ?

 

 

Marshalg

‘Foxglove’, Taranaki

31^st December 2012

Portraiture by Colin Hoare  027 946 1771

Apology for literary licence to my brother & old mate, P.H.