Musings: An Anthology of Verse
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Where is this I find me? How came I to this spot? Methinks it seems familiar, yet in truth I know it not. A door with curtained windows all aflutter on the breeze. A long and twisting staircase that spirals where it climbs. A niche, standing empty, where once a statue stood. A door leading to somewhere, but it wont open for me.
F. M. Bonevento has been on a poetic journey since 1980. In his second collection of poetry, he leads others through the musings of his mind, across time and space, people, and a variety of settings.
As he darts into spaces sometimes known and often unexpected, Bonevento casts a lyrical light on the sacred and the mundane as well as the mythic and the mind. While exploring themes such as myths and legends; the beauty of nature; faith and prayer; and the realm of dreams, ideas, and emotions, Bonevento invites others to reflect on his introspective perspectives while taking their own unique journeys through the mind to explore ideas and feelings about the world.
Musings shares a journey in verse created from one mans life experiences and reflections over a twenty-five-year period.
F.M. Bonevento
F.M. Bonevento is a former senior software engineer and functional manager. He is the co-inventor of five computer hardware patents and is an expert in software engineering and project management. He is the author of Signs and Seasons of Love and Musings. He and his wife, Mary Ann, reside in Boca Raton, Florida.
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Musings - F.M. Bonevento
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Contents
Preface
Historical Allusions
The Quest
Roland’s Grave
Avalon
The Tale of Mary Ann
The Keep
The Sack of Illium
The Wizard
The Court
The Queen
The Battle
The Tower
Arthur’s Tale
The Palmer and The Rider
The Youth and The Maiden
William Wallace
The Tourney
The Knight’s Oath
The Shards of El Cid
Faith’s Voice
The Reading
Polars
The Resurrection
Bartimeous
An Epitaph
Taps
The Man in the Desert
The Garden Passage
Writing in The Sand
The Lepers
A Prayer
Morning Prayers
A Country Chapel
An Abbey
The Cross
The Beggar
A Prayer
An Inscription
Renew
Victory
An Epitaph
The Final Day
Death
My Angel
Eternity I Saw
The Bells
A Man of God
The Father’s Mansions
Be Not Afraid
The Song of Francis
Mercy
The Heroic
The Gift
Strangers
Nature’s Songs
A Forest Glade
The Clouds
The Puddle
A Tumbling Brook
A Brook
An Autumn Day
Autumn’s End
Twilight
Raindrops
The First Snowfall
Texas Wild Flowers
A Winter Journey
Night
A Gray Day
Twilight’s Flight
Night Sky
A Thunder Storm at Night
Reflections in a Pond
The City in Rain
The Seawall
A Ray of Sunlight
The Pond’s Looking Glass
Beyond A Bend
The Old Stone Wall
The Cave
The Dawn
A Bower
Sea Shore
A City Blizzard
An Oak
Stars
The Moon
The Anthem of the Sun
Fireflies
Old Mister Oak
A Winter Night
A Walk in the Rain
Reflections
The Crossroads of My Mind
Thoughts Alone
A Red Volume
Time
A Path Less Traveled
The Hexagon
Silent Music
Cycles
Sleep
A Face in the Glass
A Cry
Time
An Illusion
Visions in My Mind’s Eye
Memories
Where
Shadows
Promises
Bits of Glass
Conversations
Nothing Changes
Quiet Time
Where Is Tomorrow?
Common Denominator
Snow Starting
Lament Ye Well
My Sisters
Beloved
Infinity
Into Long Silence
Songs
The Spirit
Valuation
Remnants
The Wraith
A Stranger
The Rag Man
The Player
What is a Son?
Ozamunda
A Candle
Stonehenge
The Peddler
The Memories of Christmas
Grandma’s Christmas Tree
A Fifties’ Rangers Game
Parts
The Subway at Night
The Helmsman
Thoughts Alone
Memories
Roads
Echoes of Silence
Grand Ma
Christmas Time
Mary Ann at Christmas
Empty Heads
The Machines
For Mary Ann on Mother’s Day
Thoughts
Crows
Brooklyn Days
Dreams
Dreams
Nighttime Flights
Where is this?
Conversations
Dreams
Daydreams
Dreams Long Gone
Dream Time
What I Dream
The Place Where Dreams Are Made
Images
The Phantom
Xanadu
Dream’s Revelations
Wishes
Recalling Yesterday
Recalling
Recalling Her
Recalling
Roads Traversed
Snippets
Yesterday’s Tears
Moments
Yesterdays Make Me Cry
Yesterday’s Sounds
Sweet Recall
Snow with Her
Emotions
Angst
Anger
Fear
Tranquility
Sadness
Truest Love
Grief
Hope
Loneliness
Reverence
Disappointment
Anticipation
Satisfaction
Inspiration
Courage
Pride
Epilogue
For my Mary Ann
Your love is the inspiration of all here written. Come dearest, and sit awhile, let me tell thee of all I have seen, beyond the compass of our walls.
49105.pngPreface
Musings is my personal journey set in verse. It is my hope that it will take the reader across time and space, people, and settings. It deals with chivalry, battles, nature, and the sacred; with the rational and the mystical; with the mythic and the mundane; with the mind, the heart, and the realms of ideas and emotions, viewed as through a kaleidoscope of shifting colors and tints. It aims to cast its subjects in introspective perspectives. Its palette is pensive and sometimes passionate, inviting the reader to explore with the author on a journey of the mind.
The history of this work dates from the summer of 1980 when I wrote my first poem. Prior to that time, I had never written anything of this type. Suddenly, without prelude or consideration, verse seemed to arise at unexpected times and places. I found myself jotting down lines, often without pause or reflection.
This collection is titled Musings because it seemed to me that its existence is wholly based on the musings of my mind, as thoughts drifted and darted into spaces sometimes known and often unexpected.
Many times I had the feeling that the subjects and words were not my own, but rather just mine to record, as best I could. Sometimes I found myself recalling specific instances and images from my life, making a conscious effort to capture them. To me, these latter works were never as fluid or personally satisfying as those that just seemed to spring from my mind in completed form.
The topics and structure of this work was not preplanned; it all seemingly piled up of its own accord. Gathered in their current form, after years of accumulating dust in my desk drawers, I undertook the task of arranging them into some semblance of order, hoping they might bring enjoyment to others.
Here for your inspection and enjoyment is Musings.
F.M. Bonevento
January 2008
Historical Allusions
A selection of poems about a time of chivalry, honor, quests, battles, legends, romantic notions, kings, queens, heroic figures, and a dash of magic.
Impressions of times, places, people, and ideas passed away.
Distant, and yet still close to my heart and mind.
Pray excuse these humble offerings.
The Quest
I
Amid a cloud of swirling dust, a charger picks his way
While on his back there sits a knight, bedecked in mail of gray.
His lance askew, his shield held low, he makes a forlorn sight.
While peering west, he travels on, amid the failing light.
Neither maiden’s love nor blazing hearth will comfort him this night.
So pressing on he keeps to horse till stars have filled his sight.
II
He stops at last, to make his camp beneath a sagging oak.
Breaking fast, he dines alone, on fare of cheese and loaf.
From on his lap, a skin of wine he grasps to slake his thirst.
A soothing sip, to chase the dust, lodged deep within his throat.
III
The moon’s pale rays a halo casts, along the lonely road.
A silver thread amid the dark, a vigil light till dawn.
Now softly said, the nightly prayer that binds him to this quest:
"Before your feet, oh gentle Lord, I offer shield and lance.
I humbly beg to have the strength, to seek your Saving Cup.
Grant me the faith to keep my quest, although the road be long.
Guide my steps within your sight, until my journey ends.
Ignore my faults, for mercy’s sake, granting pardon for my sins.
Call me home, to heaven’s gate, where I will meet my fate."
IV
The dawn’s bright light calls forth the day, the sleeper now awakes.
His horse he tends, his armor borne, he faces this new day.
A winding road now calls him forth, to seek the sacred cup.
He never knows how far he’ll ride, or what awaits his fate.
A vow once made, must urge him on, upon the endless road.
Roland’s Grave
I
The Rider speaks:
Can you tell me, worthy sir, who sleeps in yonder grave?
Pray tell me it’s not Roland that tasted death so soon.
II
The Plowman speaks:
I fear that here you’ve found him, the object of your quest.
Of him I know but little, though legend here has said
He was a worthy gallant, who served his liegeman well.
Now there he lies so quiet, he molders in his grave.
His glory long has vanished, and no challenge can he take.
III
The Rider speaks:
Alas, how cruel our life is, he’s stolen from our sight.
Thus we lose our champion, whose virtues shined so bright.
Still sadder are the people who dwell within this dell,
For they know not of this hero, who championed them so well.
Nor of his noble virtues can any here now tell.
IV
The Plowman speaks:
Sir, you’re clearly troubled, that much is plain to see.
You seek the crown of glory, which knights of old did seek.
Yet can you truly tell me, what mattered all their pain?
What gained your noble worthy, whom death at last did claim?
He wears no crown of glory, as any fool can see.
Instead, like any wastrel, he rots ‘neath yonder tree.
So much is made of battles and the fame they bring to some,
But this I tell thee truly, such deeds were falsely done.
V
The Rider speaks:
Now at last I ken thee, oh man of this new age.
Your heed not honor’s calling, nor care for her crusades.
You think to win life’s favors by keeping close to home.
You’ll only sip of blandness, for in safety nothing’s gained.
Avalon
Where, pray tell, is Avalon?
How does one find the way?
Does it hide amid the mists, within the Lady’s lake?
Can one sail to Avalon to be where Arthur dwells?
Is it there that Merlin dwells, to serve his king so well?
If one comes to Avalon
Are the days still clear and fair?
Are the trees spun still in gold and green, amid the fairy dells?
Will I sleep in Avalon, bound fast in timeless spells?
To dream and see most wondrous sights,
Ever free from earthbound cares.
Alas, I seek old Avalon.
I’ve seen no bastions fair, I’ve scaled no lofty mountains
Though I’ve journeyed everywhere.
I’ve never felt its magic, nor slept within its spell.
Still I’ll seek old Avalon, a place that’s ever fair.
I fear it lies in legend, afar from mortal grasp.
The Tale of Mary Ann
I
In a far and distant kingdom, beyond the southern sea,
There dwelled a lovely princess whose tale I’ll tell to thee.
How I came to know it ‘tis something I’ll now tell.
I’ll share it with ye gladly, so attend and listen well.
II
‘Twas in the height of summer, in a very distant year,
That I first heard her story, and I wondered at its truth.
I sought out several wise men and the king’s own counselors three.
I asked them of the story, of the maiden beyond the sea.
Each told the self-same story, each spoke of beauty fair:
A maiden most chaste and charming, with silken, raven hair.
Though many knew the legend, few details could they tell,
Save only of her beauty, and the tales her suitors tell.
III
I vowed to see this lady, whose virtues tales did tell,
So I gathered up some garments and oiled my armor well.
I rode upon my charger, the trusty Don Miguel.
Thus I took to saddle, to see where she might dwell.
IV
Thence, upon a morrow, I met with palmers three.
They cried to me for mercy, for they had but naught, you see.
I knew that I must aid them, for it was a noble cause.
I stopped and shared my victuals, along this lonely road.
They blessed me for my