For every snowflake that brazenly falls
in a day as brightly lit as this,
and for the blanket white, that trawls
and covers all with a blurr’ed kiss
I see a ray that breaks them ‘part
and leaves the remnants scattered
along the broken weavings of my heart,
the strings detached, affray and tattered.
Long besought the day that cries
it’s tortured passion, departed swift
and falls flurried ‘pon my eyes
that weep as banished souls, berift.
My lasting days spent ‘pon death’s brink
pass as hush’ed as the nearing chime
that soon should toll as I dare wink
as so, shall pass the snow, in time.
For now I drape myself and dwell
within a tomb, remanded g’ainst the pall so pale.
My bones doth ache, my chest doth swell
a blackened scream–a tolling bell!
O lost amidst the gale!
Author notes
Talk of death. Speak to me as though you have seen the dried, brittle parchement, entoning your day to you in the baratone of the absolute.
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
This is dark and beautiful
What a great juxtaposition!
Love this!
~Pastel
-
Superb/intriguing/sad
Wow, another remarkable write. I like your imagery, my friend. I'm also reminded of a little death: the breaking up of a relationship. The rythm and rhyme scheme were also quite good. I don't think I could improve upon it at all.
-
Cool poem, I like how you've tied in death with characteristics of winter, works well.
The winter always makes me depressed and lethargic, I hope it "dies" soon so I can go out and do sexy things like hiking.
Unfortunately, death doesn't usually give me a stiffy, so I can't pay you back for your other comment yet, but one day *shakes fist*.
-
Great write! i think i will go and read your other pieces. i think it is a must lol i am looking forward to it lol
keep on writng.
til
Adding your comment:
