Service

I joined to serve.
I thought the trust was mutual.
Then betrayal. More than once.
The End,
Like the naive Beginning, –
I’m still in to serve. (Stanza inspired by Langston Hughes’ Poem to FS)

Come, come thou bleak loyal servant,
And pick up a fresh new notebook!
Poetry, a mix of music and rhythm and art
Art thou ready to serve afresh again? (Stanza inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind)

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” (– William Congreve’s The Morning Bride)
Well, “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” (– Dorothy Parker)
or so I’ve been told.
And now told also the old
phrase, “She who laughs last, laughs best.” (– John Heywood)

And so, with the notebook in hand
I filled to page 2 with words like sand
Herein lies, my first poem, served freshly cold!

END