Colin F. Jones

A POLYPHON

~ 1 ~

I always have to be honest in all my thought,
For lies and flattering falsities are wrought,
From corruption’s of the structures of the state,
That seeks to hide the measure of its mistakes.
And from people who must defend their pride,
Their unaccountability and their need to hide,
The errors that they make that hobbles me,
In revealing truth for everyone to see.
For if I am to find the truth then I must speak,
Those same true words that my quest doth seek,
In every heart and soul where truth might dwell,
Where from I hope true wisdom may excel,
And lead me to eventual peace of mind,
Through those to whom the world has not been kind.

~ 2 ~

I have a contrapuntal character; I’m a polyphon,
A Gemini I am and a part of everyone.
Thus I knew her magic; that set all my thoughts free
“Grandfather of Owls” she called me….
The shaman of my humble thought and sense,
The influential maestro of its consequence,
My lesser burden for she called me friend,
And that is something few do comprehend.
Yet those who have touched the feathers in her hair,
Who love her still, grieving with despair,
Know more than I that love the cherished rite,
Brings more than sadness to ones inner sight…
And to ones heart more than just simple care,
As those who know and love her still do share.

~ 3 ~

The gentle tongue that speaks with wise report,
Oft brings in haste a harsh concerned retort
Or in loquacious diatribe is instantly devoured,
By those who in acceptance would have cowered.
In seeing their right, being justified as wrong,
Knowing it sounded worthwhile on their bias tongue.
But men fall dead when decisions do not confide,
In those who follow with an equal pride,
Lest someone rebels to give unsought advice,
Accepted as a point without ill guise,
Then sharing thoughts a new fair statement make,
That may avoid the single thoughts mistake…
And I, in knowing this as deeper truth,
I hold her memory up as my soul’s proof.

Author’s Note: Sometimes I write poetry meant to be just for myself, but all my poetry was once like that in that they were never read by others. I have never liked writing about myself, although in recent months I have made a few attempts. So to keep true to my claim that I post all of my poetry here, I offer the above….