Hidden Places

POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 4, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hidden Places

Sintered words and pleasant places bide
In every secret desire
Over the shadows of our solemn times
Before the word became this fire.‎

Hidden places have burdened once with hope
Another patient toil to bide me through the wait
No hope would ever hope to last this long
Perhaps this toil yet once to change this fate.‎

‎ Eventual surcease and the shadow of fear
Then to renew the hope I have found,‎
Reason put aside as the joyful hope is here,‎
And passion’s secret whisper echoes once around.‎

Eleven we have counted; now the toll is twelve
Left out of the shadow to find the secret places
Into where we have passed this new hope to delve,‎
Zephyrs cool the brow of sweat upon those faces.‎

Almost all is gone; we search our soul again,‎
Begin the search again for that we hope to find
Eventually indeed, an anodyne for pain
That was not the thing we had in our mind.‎

Hidden places now revealed for their secret trove,‎
Dawn in this forest as the shadow clears,‎
Almost we had hoped; almost we had fought
Vainly through the echoing hall of years
In the ocean of fright the shapeless ship would rove,‎
Eventually we come as the shadow nears,‎
Searching hidden places; there is the hope we sought.‎

 

 

 

Richard A. Jones