Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Future of Isabel #POETRY #PAIN #SENSELESS #DianaMarySharpton

Velma (1)
Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.” 

― H.G. Wells

The Future of Isabel

The Future of Isabel
I met her early one fall, I would say
She was tall, lovely, but slightly fray
She intrigued me from a distance, I admit
But everybody was smitten; a perturbing bit

Enchanting all my friends with starry eyes
Dammed if she would be my final demise!
I didn't care what the truth could or should be
Because I hated this BITCH, couldn't you see!

A tawdry wretched wench of ill repute!
Wallow’d in fantasy; affection’s ill suite
How could anyone love this poor thing?
Certainly not a good man; a princely being

Arduous humanity I saw; arose to a morning sun
And out of pity I handed her my loaded gun
I shook my head; who was she too fancy love!
An old whore not fresh like me; that was a rub

In utter dismay, the gun she rescinded
With a splendid smile; her soul defended
I can still hear her words; as they crawled up my spine
“The future of Isabel is not yours it’s always has been mine”.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014

1 Photograph.

Yet It Still Comes #POETRY #PAIN #TIME

Sailing Ship in distant sea 2 by temma22 ©2009-2014 (1)
Yet it still comes
Ebbs thrash endless quarried by an irate sea; will it come?
The vessel attempt’s to stay afloat; it will come!
Its harsh, fray, raw in domination; it’ll soon be here.
Prayer’s shattered no repute or interpretation; in the distance it appears.

A dramatic dance in agony; there’s a knock at the door.
Time stops in imperial ascendancy; stepping onto the bedroom floor.
Thoughts imprisoned; a body curls to stall and it has arrived.
An invasion proceeds; it controls relentlessly never to subside.

Is this the end?
Accepting, will souls ascend?
Day’s become nights; devoted not ever leaving one’s side.
Then, even perhaps, it’s not that day, it dies.

The clouds clear, a sun glows in molten rays,
And waves tame into a gentle spray,
There’s a pause, a taste, nestled in time,
It’s sweet, as summer love, aligned in jasmine vines.

Diana Mary Sharpton (c) 2014

1) Photography: Sailing Ship in distant sea 2 by temma22 ©2009-2014 (1)