Jul 302012
From the parched lips of a dying past
Breaks forth the plaintive cry of love-
A stifled tremor at twilight’s cast
reaching to vacant skies above.
The tender bruise of graceful flower
May heal in the dew of a new day;
But a soul smudged with tearful showers
May ne’er again rise to walk love’s way.
When the visage of rejection’s slight
Hovers atop in baleful glare,
No moon nor gleaming stars of the night
Can cheer the heart with hopeful stares.
There is a silvery string unbroken
In the grey clouds deluged with dismay;
A conciliatory plea unspoken,
Till a noose ties and last chance decays.
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This is the kind that inspires a one word comment.
Nice.
The poem is all muddled up in presentation. It is supposed to be a 4 line versed piece. Thanks Kaycee.
Good
Thanks magic.
Love like faith works its own date. Love the poem, enjoyed the flow and the use of wrapped words
Thanks for looking further than meets the eyes, lawore.
i like this. Well done.
Many thanks Sunshine.
Beautifully written. Well done.
Thanks Eletrika.
I read it twice. Love your choice of words. Keep wielding your pen
Thank Elusoji.
Sweet Magic.
thanks lactoo. I am glad you found it engaging. God bless.
This your poem thick like full cream milk…still savouring the taste – i.e I need to read it and think it through to pick thru the depths.
Nice
lol, Afronuts. thanks so much o. You fit use am eat nuts sha.
I like the poignantly sad feeling this evokes
So decked with words yet as light as a floating balloon
And I’m floating on Cloud Nine with this one.
But seriously must the noose tie and chance decay over a love gone sour
Maybe another awits around the corner, why perish the chance?
Just saying….
Thanks very much Midas. Hmmm. Smetimes when love is lost, the victim never thinks there is another chance. I wrote this from the victim’s angle. Thanks again for reading and for yur sweet comment.