Truth of the Doves
This is another poem that I wrote which, as can easily be seen while reading, was inspired much by Shakespeare. I personally love the words of Shakespeare - how flowing and traditional they are. This is a love poem about the general person - how money and fame seems to be the way people get to find a "love." It is much a contrast of a more modern aspect of society and the traditionalist nature of the farmers and workers of the 16th and 17th century.
The Truth of the Doves
Alas, my lass, thy heart is bound
In synergy the muses produce thy sound
Bittersweet in the lower tones
Enter delight while the harmony drones
Thy blade is dull, yet pierces so clean
Tis the truth behind thee that seems to glean
When red pursues white, true colors are shown
The innards make the meatiest moan
Need not love beauty and fame?
Need not love fate and name?
I say to thee neither of these
For time is key, as well as shame
To live under thy new name
Happiness arrives, deviation subsides
Yet swimming against the highest of tides
The mellophone plays its sorrowful tune
Coupled with a flute thy love doth croon