Date: 09.06.2008
Time: 6:18 p.m.
A silent soul hides many stories
Beneath black pools of impassive eyes
They open out and face the world
Like a one-way looking glass that shies,
Masking more than mere buried sorrow
Or dried dreary darkening drops
Light may steal more than it mellows
From dry laconic lachrymal stops.
Now a dirge that is whispered by falling leaves
Plucked from their homes by the summer storm
Is a lidded glance at that tomorrow
Denied them by winds of cruel form,
Yet the stoic requires no such ‘comfort’
The creature must endure the ensuing fall
Where the world begins to embrace the greys
And winter’s pellucid pallid pall.
Watching ships set sail and sink
While it stays entrapped on cursed land
Opaque orbs show not dead passion
Or any trace of a ceremony grand,
Whether they bleed inside or not
At thrusts of steely blades that wrong
Is not divulged in anguished floods
Since the stoic needs no tears to be strong.
End: 6:58 p.m.
7 comments:
The mood is aptly stark and cold. And IMO this is one of your better poems, for the rhyme is just about perfect.
Here's a word you like :
Alliterationg
Alliteration*
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I don't know, I don't know. Sometimes, it is necessary to draw pictures of heads bleeding on being hacked at by knives. It makes you feel calmer.
AND ALLITERATION! :D
enice, that was like cool, you using all the words starting with D in that line.
w00t!
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Your best till date!!!
I mean it!!!!
I loved the rhythm, the idea, the imagery...and perhaps...the metaphors?? If you did intend, that is, any metaphors.
But it was truly speaking.
Fascinating!
Thank you. :) Although the one I'm actually fond of is this one:
Martyred Mosquito
And yeah, I always use metaphors, hee hee. Can't live without them.
Happen to read this one.
Loved the metaphors, the flow and the chill.
Wonderful work.
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