Open Poetry #13 |
Shell Of The Man |
Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
SHELL OF THE MAN I walk this long and lonely hall Of faded faces past, And can't help being reminded That nothing good can last. Once vivid with splendor and shine, I swore God touched this place; Now, vaguely can to mem'ry call An image of such grace... ... That thunderous visage come to life Before my waking eyes; She shook me to my very core With cold, seductive lies. ... Or thousands by thousands more, The hands that reached to me; Raising me to a place in life No man should ever be. How gaudy, then, must I have been To feign such sure acclaim As genuine, when all in life Before me but brought shame. I stand to pay my homage now To Grief, to Shame, to Plight. Offering all emotion left To the eternal night. Shell of the man I used to be, I stand, passion's bereft. I've faced the Darkness, true and deep, But, lo, there never slept... Still, if in shadow now may see, By eyes upon the wall, The truest of sorrows to reap Was believing at all. Michael Anderson But dreams of those who dream as I, |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
"Bereft of passion"... a sad place to be, my friend... Knowing you, though - it would be a very temporary state... This is an exceptional piece of work - as all of your poetry is... |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I can relate, Michael...many people have held me up to their ear to see if they could hear the ocean |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Once vivid with splendor and shine, I swore God touched this place; Now, vaguely can to mem'ry call An image of such grace... ======================= The hands that reached to me; Raising me to a place in life No man should ever be. How gaudy, then, must I have been To feign such sure acclaim As genuine, when all in life Before me but brought shame. I stand to pay my homage now To Grief, to Shame, to Plight. Offering all emotion left To the eternal night. Shell of the man I used to be, I stand, passion's bereft. I've faced the Darkness, true and deep, But, lo, there never slept... Still, if in shadow now may see, By eyes upon the wall, The truest of sorrows to reap Was believing at all. =========================== Oh sweet poet how you satisfy my craving for words... for rhyme divine ... for pure unabashed emote... for emotions expressed with such honest, sincerety of heart and soul. Your poetry saturates splendily... and as always your words and expressions impress and then touch me deeply. So very nice to read you this morn M, youre always missed and thought of. Though my soul may sit in darkness, |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Was beginning to wonder about you, been a while since you have posted. Still darkness haunts you, sending you a wish for peace. Corinne |
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Coco Junior Member
since 2001-01-28
Posts 48 |
Michael, your poetry leaves this reader struggling for words to convey just how magnificent your writing is and the following verse I quote from your poem just seemed to tug at my heart today... "Still, if in shadow now may see, By eyes upon the wall, The truest of sorrows to reap, Was believing at all." Hugs2uPoetFriend |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Glad you never slept there. In fact, friend, pick up your pace Well done! Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
With such words and insight a shell you can never be your cup runs over with talent Regards, Olias. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I hear you! The sadest part is having believed it all, and I hope you come to terms that your honestly counted for something and still does. What a gifted young poet you are, and I am sorry I did not discover you long before this. Much enjoyed. Please visit me at my new homepage: |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Well, Michael....this is truly a sad place to be....but if you're a shell of who you used to be, you can only grow back into your full self. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I apologize for not having time to address each of you personally, but thank you all for the kind replies. Michael |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is magnificent. You are truly a poet. It's so nice to read you again. |
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Acies
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
This is the reason why I do believe I don't belong in Open. My work don't deserve to be in the same forum as yours. I do thank you for showing me what the future holds for me as I continue to try to progress with my writing. Thanks for sharing "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Wow, this truly is a wonderful poem. I enjoyed it greatly. Wowish...left me in awe. I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Once again you wash us up on the shore of life...hoping that one will pick us up, take us home, and listen.... excellent, Michael... |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Darkness can be terrifying....I enjoyed this very much Kathleen Blake |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Certainly great to see you and your poetry drop by Michael. Vivid depiction! |
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Linc
since 2001-03-07
Posts 552The Backstreet Boy |
Hey, Absolutaly superb great, outstanding. Until your next -- Linc "Once you reach your original goal it seems that the journey was your real accomplishment." |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Perhaps it's simply my own state of wishing, but the first few lines remind me so much of PIP and old days. *S* This had my attention from the first words, Michael... It is a privilege to read such excellence. (But I must argue... *G* you've always been a man of substance who writes with great passion! *S*) |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
There's not much I can add to the other replys, but it is easy to see that you are a gifted poet and I will be watching for more of your work. Joyce |
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