Open Poetry #19 |
Valediction, Donne-ing a Dark Cloak |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Let me pour, Tear before thy face whilst here, For thy face Makes them race, And thy stamp they flowing bear, And they pour. Thy mintage, Tearing diamonds weighing gold, Fruits of grief No relief, Resting on cheeks growing cold, Silent rage. In my cloak, Dark as the grief that grips me, In seeing Thy being, Prepared in death’s cold beauty, And I choke. No words said, As thy casket encloses, Thy soul sleeps My eyes weeps, Tossing thorny red roses, With bowed head. With the earth Mixing with my blood and tears, Sprinkles on Then all’s done, Ending thy journey of years Of thy worth. The rain falls A mist lighter than my eyes, With calm winds Thy life ends, As the remaining just cries, But life calls. In dark cloaked Stitched with strong threads with thy hands, Thy are done Now gone on, I’m left with lone soul that stands Now rain soaked. Gloom * Inspired by John Donne :A Valediction: Of Weeping |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
More. Please. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
yes...more please.... |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
but life calls.... Connie |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Sunshine & Cpat Hair, Perhaps I’ll be able to continue on with this With a slight reversal of line lengths and other changes, But keeping the theme. Thank you, Zinsser, It always does, It's up to the living to answer. Gloom [This message has been edited by Professor Gloom (03-27-2002 09:44 AM).] |
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