MY POETRY
I, a martyr, give to you world, my poetry,
Written to release you from the burden of time.
And if my stanzas instill in you a dream with rhyme
I have sacrificed rightfully my life for beauty.
For I paint many landscapes with an architect’s flare;
Statuaries, courtyards, and castellated bastions,
Teeming high and clad with vine, gleaming in the fragrant air.
Onto faraway places and new-born passions!
Tell me, what is your need for Homer and Shakespeare?
It will not be long before I cease to serve you here;
And who among our day can out-duel me with the pen?
After my death, do you know, what then?-
Will there be burgeoning, gifted bards to follow?-
Or will their silly prose and rhymes still render you hallow?
~ From a Lady Fair and Other Poems by John Lars Zwerenz,
To be published soon, and to be made available worldwide.
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