Colin F. Jones

THE WINGS OF A DOVE

~ 1 ~

Purchase a hearth before you light in it a fire,
And thank nature for the stick for the dough,
To make cake other ingredients you require,
And the understanding that anticipation is your foe.
Imperfections require forgiveness not sympathy
For defects are a requirement of life,
We must learn to not drown them in empathy,
Wisdom is drawn from the reality of strife.
If we hurt we are suitably punished,
By ourselves and by those whom we love,
Some men become eagles when admonished,
But fly on the wings of a dove.
When we fail we seek the trust of our mates;
Too often; than the mind contemplates.

~ 2 ~

We expect understanding from our loved ones,
But what is required if they don’t understand,
No one can blame who from the fire absconds,
For why should they suffer outrageous demands.
Words are formed in our head when we speak,
Where our emotions consume us like wine,
But every word can be held in our cheek,
Though it takes determination to sever the line.
From our brain to the worrisome tongue,
Is not far for our thoughts to travel,
Even though we know they’ll be wrong,
We can still turn those boulders to gravel.
For our rage is aimed at ourselves,
And it is there where the demon dwells.

~ 3 ~

Try to like the most difficult man to know,
He who stands on the ground above your two feet,
He’s been standing there a long time and so,
It’s probably time for the two of you to meet.
If you are not happy with yourself then rage,
Will spill over to inundate those you adore,
You’ll become depressed in the aftermath stage,
That your composure becomes hard to restore.
But like an alcoholic who accepts that to drink,
Is to disfigure his own good character beneath,
One must refine how he genuinely thinks,
Dismissing self blame from his established belief.
And seek to discover how to change anger to joy,
With an attitude he can carefully employ.

~ 4 ~

Can you imagine a house without noise,
Without the laughter and a child’s cry,
Can you imagine not tripping over toys,
And smiling because you understand why.
You were not the only one born with defects,
But you are older and control them, right?
So no one in your family objects,
If you throw a tantrum causing a fight.
Well that’s because you didn’t start it,
Yeah, I know… it was her all the time,
But of course had you said nothing to begin with
Everything would have been reasonably fine.
Tell me, who shouts loudest in your house?
I was real quiet while writing this rhyme.

~ 5 ~

No I’m not perfect nor am I a write-off,
But I have no defects I don’t understand,
But life isn’t exactly a…

I guess. Sometimes you totally understand my point and sometimes not: perhaps it is my words or your perception, as we have discussed before the third parties, perception is a hard one to steer.

~ 6 ~

Oh, I think your point is understood,
Sometimes you fail to express it
I try not to analyse ;( even if I could,)
lest I am myself not explicit.
Where a vague phrase may exist,
The road divides; makes many turns,
With contradictions that oft persist,
from which one never learns.
So I dwell briefly upon a point,
Then I switch to another,
Many bones form a single joint,
That replications I discover.
… For the point, well it just moves on,
Until along comes another.

~ 7 ~

What is perceived but not expressed,
Is what forms as inner thought,
It remains though not suppressed,
In one’s personal resort.
My terminologies are my own,
For I’m not an educated soul,
Without schooled tutors I have grown,
Perhaps that means I’m not whole.
It matters not who writes the words,
It matters only that they are read,
All the contradictions’ and absurds,
That will live long after I am dead.
Well at least the ones that are preserved,
In some ones quaint absorbent head