The darkness looms
Evil blooms
An effervescent aroma
Fills the air
An onomatopoeic sound
Fills one’s ears
Upon delivery
The bouquet of death
‘Tis Edgar Allen Poe
Reciting verse
His shadow growing darker
In crescendo
The tolling bells
Need no rehearse
Their end result
Is inevitable
An onomatopoeic sound / Fills one’s ears / Upon delivery / The bouquet of death... Marvelous illustration of mystery behind the words. Words are really the unknown entity which our ancestors also tried hard to find its origin and the ends of it. The sound Or something else which fascinates our longing to define it close....Any way, its a complete poetry. Beginning and end truely resonating with the same string and harmony. No exaggeration of words, no emotional hiding, no sicky terbulance shivering inside the wind. Regards, pranab
It's an amazing poem, , I like the rich imageries of this poem, , a fine woven piece.. Top marks! ! !
Bravo! Marcus! A few powerful penning words that really shows your great poetic talent and now I can clearly see why you are on of the Top 500! 10+++ Well deserved! I love the rich imagery and fine texture of this thought provoking write! Keep inspiring the World with more writes of such magnitude! Thanks for sharing! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...
Bravo! Marcus! A few powerful penning words that really shows your great poetic talent and now I can clearly see why you are on of the Top 500! 10+++ Well deserved! I love the rich imagery and fine texture of this thought provoking write! Keep inspiring the World with more writes of such magnitude! Thanks for sharing! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...
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I would like to translate this poem
this poem is full of metaphors and metonymy 'the bouquet of death'/'his shadow growing darker'/'an onomatopoeic sound' nice! , when i read it, i can hear your words resonate as far as france, magnificient! fanomezantsoa from paris