You Linger Still
You Linger Still …
You linger still, but who will
read my verse in time?
will it be you, who holds me in
your high esteem? Yet hell knows
life is but a tomb, we all hide our
sorrows there within.
If I could pen the sincerity and
beauty your shadow casts across
my path, I would linger until dawn
with eternal joy.
You left me with such grace, your
age numbered so young, yet behold
the age that would come would only
say this poet lays in your rest.
The rage of time in antiquity and song
proclaims a stillness to my rhyme, and
like a child I mourn, lost without
you, for all time
As my parchment yellowed with age,
the crumpled edges folded and faded
over time, no scorn from this poet,
for drained his cheeks of color, his
tongue has spoken truths in his verse.
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He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.
- My Muse-My Shadow - June 15, 2019
- Lit Up Skies - April 4, 2019
- Fair Thee Well - April 3, 2019
Lovely work VIncent, so emotive and well structured. You have so mastered the art of phrasing with beauty. Love this one my friend.
Thank you Tony, one of my earlier writings, she moved me then as she still moves me now spiritually. Peace my friend.
Vincent it is my thought that you are the greatest poet of all time. Each and every piece I read of yours I feel the passion of your words. Hell, my friend your comments on other poets are masterful as well. You inspire me.
Well thank you kind sir, you honor me with your accolades of my work. I am simply a humble steward of my pen, I’m inspired by much from the dark shadows that have evolved over time in my life. I’m passionate indeed, but like you dear poet a slave to my Muse. You too have that eloquent gift and vision of your surroundings too. Peace and friendship I send your way.