»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #47
»
Valleys
| Open Poetry #47 |
|
Valleys |
|
|
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
|
Valleys "The Valley of Death lies ahead." My spirit cries to me. Still as I tread on, holding breath, Ever so gingerly; I realize, perchance by wit - Nay, morelike by misgiving, What we forfeit, failing to apprize The Valley of the Living. In childhood I raced the day - Shadow both 'hind and 'fore... In ev'ry way misunderstood, Till I could run no more. The prize I sought 'er out of reach, That sense of true belonging; That, like a leech, so bleeds all thought, To leave you naught but longing. Longing that pines, in of itself, For love, yet a mystery... Abandoning self to wreck, inclined To catch up with Destiny; Which sucks, once found, love like a sponge Through the conflagration... Welling from dungeons of abuse, Bound in alienation. I've ripped to shreds all loved, all hoped, All held in high regard. Dispassion groping the severed heads, As I drive on, the ravin bard... To sing my song to souls, but lost, I nevermore shall speak to - The maddening cost I ride headlong Through darkness I can't see through. Blood on my hands, scars on my wrists, Ready, once more, for battle... Passion exists, a withered strand Yet tied to my death rattle. I question not the nature of things, For somewhere in that valley below... The silence sings, time is forgot, And even darkness casts a shadow. Michael Anderson 1/20/2012 I strike! It quivers in that heart |
||
| © Copyright 2012 Michael Anderson - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Taking it to the dungeon of love cast out, are we, Michael? You do the dark in such a compelling way one often wishes to be in that dungeon with you, you are so lyrical and in tune with the dark as an entity. I can actually envision two ravens on either side of of this poem . . . And they are grinning and nodding their heads. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
||
|
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ah, there certainly are enough corpses along this path to keep those birds smiling, Jerry... Oh wait, I'm thinking buzzards... Lol yeah, those ravens are a little harder to please I think, something deeper and darker altogether. My father always told me it didn't matter what I did so long as I did it to the best of my ability. That I am dark, I cannot help. That I convey it well is a true compliment. I thank you. Michael |
||
|
Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
In childhood I raced the day - Shadow both 'hind and 'fore... In ev'ry way misunderstood, Till I could run no more. The prize I sought 'er out of reach, That sense of true belonging; That, like a leech, so bleeds all thought, To leave you naught but longing. Oh I do so feel this. Your muse took you through your paces today...good for her!  It's so good to see you posting more. |
||
suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Longing that pines, in of itself, For love, yet a mystery... Abandoning self to wreck, inclined To catch up with Destiny; Which sucks, once found, love like a sponge Through the conflagration... Every time I read this, different lines grab my attention... but every one grips my heart. Sometimes it seems we can't reach either valley... we just keep climbing (and falling on) barren rock. Magnificent write, my friend!! |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
