both are like the falling leaves
a tale that no one ever believes
a passing season and a lover
coming and going of perfume
revolves in an enchanted room
till love consumes a fevered heart
death is the breast of darkest night
a western moon fades from sight
surrendered to its mausoleum
yet we cling to seasons past
affections that can never last
antique lies we choose to cherish
like gardens where maidens stray
and angel spirits croon and sway
and wait to satisfy our hunger
I don't know if Barry is still with us, but its wonderful to know that his work still exists to be read and cherished. This poem means more in retrospect then it did before. The wording of this poem evokes something new when reread again and again, Barry I hope wherever you are, take care.
death is the breast of darkest night. a western moon fades from sight.speel binding., so rhythmic and accurate to the event.it is about one evnt but appears to be about on emillin events.it comes directly to heart as an arrow.
In total agreement with Daniel! Also, I sense it may have been partially inspired by William Blake. Such a profound poem! Vivid imagery. And what a beautiful graphic! A magnificent write! Totally worthy of Poem Of The Day! Congratulations, Barry!
Thank you Richard, If there is a Blake influence, I am unaware. But subliminally we are not always aware of our inspiration's source. I often write something and then say to myself, where did that come from?
A ten, a congratulations and a share on Facebook..Lovely poem..
Congratulations on poem if the day and a wonderful poem at that.
Thank you Sarah. I don't know how they choose these poems of the day but is great to one of my poems exposed to a wider audience. I appreciate the positive comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful and moving piece. I am glad to see such a talented and active member be highlighted with the poem of the day. Congrats, Barry
Thanks Kelly. I feel the same way. lol