I should adopt some sort of stance
Take a chance.
Gamble on this last Romance...
The madness has edges
nibbles in the corridors
mice groaning at the bedroom door.
never was the reeling king,
the healing ring,
never was and it was always so.
Let me go Lord.
I have been everything I never was
And I am no more.
Perfect b-flat note
echoes from the whole,
Reasons in the wind.
All this churning
earning nothing more than woe.
Leave the children be,
and let me go.
So sits the nightwing
at this chamber door
It's time I knew
far too much about nothing at all.
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Written September 10th, 2003
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This is interesting I like these lines:
The madness has edges
nibbles in the corridors
mice groaning at the bedroom door.
never was the reeling king,
the healing ring,
never was and it was always so.
Thank you for your entry
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Very nice. The imagery here is unbelievable. You are a very talented write. Thanks for sharing.
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really liked this one, takes you through the trip just to bring you home. nice job.
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A blistering storm of perfect images. Connotation immense, denotaion less than obvious. vic
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What reaches us from outer space, takes so long, and will not reach us in our lifetime - interesting title, for this thought provoking poem.
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christ i love this.
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This is beautiful. It reminds me of a man I once knew, I realized how much I missed this sort of poetic presence he used to have in my life...he moved me like this...I felt every word...amazing
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Christ, I love this. Hope thats enough.
I read it takes something like 340 million light years for the sight to reach us. Appearing as it may have looked at the time of dinosaurs.
I find much of myself in this. Dark maybe but some ultimate freedom as well. The giving in .. At least the way I see it. This madness has edges .. Christ I love this.
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Loved the dark rancor toward yourself in this one. Self-deprecating, sad, so many lonely emotions translated so clearly. I think it's super fun and wonderfully done. Sorry, was getting myself a little to down.
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A dark one from the Lute,
a perfect ultimate stanza!
This bites.
Jules -
I love this.. the title caught my attention and your words drew me in o.o
mice groaning at the bedroom door.
Perfect b-flat note
echoes from the whole,
**adored above lines
So sits the nightwing
at this chamber door
It's time I knew
far too much about nothing at all.
**this last stanza really brought the chaos to a conclusion for me
~Scarlet
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