Dark Poetry #3 |
something in me will not die |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I will not write my eulogy, but hence, herein, announce my birth. Rhyme does not make an elegy-- no fluent tongue can shovel earth. Unbinding ribbon from my wrists-- I am feather on the wind-- adrift in kiss of all I missed-- amazed as I transcend. Without wing I transverse a sky that I believed was cursed. By grace alone, am I atoned-- ascending lonely wretched verse. |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
I salute you in your new form arthur |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Please ascend your "lonely wretchedness" to book form!!! I need your verse. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
lonely wretched verse stop it and smile for me |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This poem is quite haunting, while also very beautiful. I like how you have personified all the experiences you have missed with your kiss, which you follow with the idea of transcending and floating through the air. These images strike me as being quite euphoric. However, this euphoria is set against a backdrop of lonliness. Great job. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Nothing less than lovely lonely lines. Loved this, witch ~Ed In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward". |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I think it is fabulous. Everything you write is tinged with a wicked softness. Very well done. |
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