Open Poetry #8 |
A whole new day erupts... (re-edited) |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
A whole new day erupts, A needle by a thread-- The wind is pierced by drops Of tears November bled. The leaves swirl in their flight, So weak and short of breath, While reaching for new height, They glide into the depth Of dirty liquid skies, Where heaven quickly smears And echoes of their cries Roam through deserted years. The sad fate of the lost,-- To seek the truth in mud When by the window crossed The truth is hung to rot... Just take a look outside The skin hangs off its bones November, crucified, In all three voices moans... Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Read this one carefully, there are a lot of beautiful images in this poem... |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
WOW!!! This is worth repeating again A whole new day erupts, A needle by a thread-- The wind is pierced by drops Of tears November bled. The leaves swirl in their flight, So weak and short of breath, While reaching for new height, They glide into the depth Of dirty liquid skies, Where heaven quickly smears And echoes of their cries Roam through deserted years. The sad fate of the lost,-- To seek the truth in mud When by the window crossed The truth is hung to rot... Just take a look outside The skin hangs off its bones November, crucified, In all three voices moans... Sorry, could NOT pick a favorite line, it is all so perfect All my love, Jeffrey I lie awake in a world filled with dreams, but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Jeffrey, it means a lot to me! |
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