INSISTENCE

These are the times of insignificance.

Sketches I draw with winsome words fail me.

Bright scenes I paint with agile circumstance

Turn grey and mock like bland years that ail me.

Should I abide in plain indifferent chance?

Or should I set bold hope in destiny?

The world would urge me take the former stance -

Another slave of fear and apathy.

Unseen stories scratch at my grizzled heart;

Virgin verses glare back from curled pages.

Even if I have penned prized works of art

It seems no-one will mount my grand stages.

The cold craving to stop and rest persists
But still my soul’s flaming fervour insists.