Colin F. Jones


Is this our vinculum; our verses linked,
by shared passions of honesty inked,
Our copula – a secure stretched tendon strong,
That to one another, we do thus belong?
How much of self then lives in every verse,
Is there the hint of love; the stifled curse?
Or yet is passion but the common thread,
Linking us to the memories of the dead?
It seems that some are still caught in the fire,
While others seek what is their true desire,
Though some do weep for those brave soldiers lost,
Some yet do cry due to their personal cost,
Yet from this union none have changed their rhyme,
Though they themselves have changed with passing time.