In Patience found

POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 14, 2013

 

 

In Patience found

Silence, like the gentleness of waiting,
I only once would ever hear;
O break not my heart this tale relating,
Bhannie come thou near.
Hast heard maybe of trite endeavour
And never a word would say;
No deeds suffice, such words are for
Days when this world is grey.
‘Ave you ‘eard the deathly stillness
Visiting the darkened hold?
I ever would understand your wordy ways;
Essay wild endeavour to perform
So you may trust me once, forevermore.

 

Richard Jones