A Poem Called Victoria~ By Jonathan Jones

Strength is a wisdom
only acquired through
the chance capitulation
of all language
to a tidal wave.
 
My advice would offer no consolation.
The sea of faith does not recede for you.
 
Time merely plays its usual part,
a dull soliloquy.
Small whispers to a blade.
 
Only time is a coward
at heart, will rarely
look you in the eye.
 
Let time undo himself;
he wears the face of any fool.
 
Consider this.
 
There are those who have
never met you except when
I tell them, "My sister is very beautiful."
 
The entire world can be understood
simply on these terms.
 
So that is what it means to be wise.
 

Author Bio:
Jonathan Jones is a freelance writer currently living and working in Rome. He qualified in 1999 with his M.A. in Creative Writing from Bath Spa University College and in 2004 with an MRes in Humanities from Keele University. He now teaches writing composition at John Cabot University in Rome. 

He has had several pieces of work published in 'The New Writer', 'Poetry Monthly', 'Iota', 'East Jasmine Review', 'The Dr. T.J. Eckleburg Review', 'Negative Capability Press' and 'Dream Catcher'.