Let the others play on bright, sun-filled days
in song and merriment, play on.
Let me own the shadows that seep into your soul,
yet still promise hold, a promise of sleep 'til dawn.
With the morning pray.., bring them on gilded and gossamer wings,
for bright is their future with warmth of everlasting hope, and hearts lifted.
I long to be as cold and silent as a blanket of new fallen snow,
to spin webs, translucent, with life ebbing and borne of tragic past.
When, at last, clouds part and ominous foreboding dread flees,
into the corners, hiding..sinless, without remorse or regret.
Let me own this cloak, beautiful as rough-hewn stone,
I no longer seek acceptance, nor call another's fate my own.
May Calliope sing and lull them to a blissful place, redemption their's to keep,
for it was always said that it must be so.
I will continue to turn away from the calamity of the sun,
for what's left unsaid remains unsaid, what's left undone, undone.
No tears will be shed that will be seen where shadows lie,
the dark will hold them, it would seem, and so shall I.
I will continue to turn away from the calamity of the sun, for what's left unsaid remains unsaid, what's left undone, undone. No tears will be shed that will be seen where shadows lie, the dark will hold them, it would seem, and so shall I....friend in hope lies BLISS DO READ MY BESTEST MOMS SMILES U ALSO WILL LIKE IT
A profound philosophical rendition crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry - a work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Reading again and enjoying this superb poem again. it is luxurious. if i were a cat, I would be wallowing in its smooth beauty and its lure... pure catnip for the poem-loving readers! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 5 star this one as many times as PH will allow me. Favoriting this piece of literature!
I love this poem and especially love the music playing alongside it. How did you manage to upload the music? Or d
No tears will be shed that will be seen where shadows lie, the dark will hold them, it would seem, and so shall I. It's amazing!
THIS is a fiercely frightening poem! ! ! ! [which means I like it very much] That being said- -I was compelled to draw the covers over my head which makes typing on the computer very difficult- -plus I shiver so. Poe has nothing on you and lines like: Let me own the shadows that seep into your soul, / yet still promise hold, a promise of sleep 'til dawn. - - -Frankly Poe could take a lesson from you and shiver-shiver I like this poem very much. Top marks.
Susan, Thank you for the comment for this poem. I read your poem 'Uneasy Murder Of Crows' this morning and glad I did. I read that Native Americans have a deep respect for the crow for their intelligence and strong link to ancestry. I hope your week-end is kind to you. QtR
Susan, Thank you for the comment for this poem. I read your poem 'Uneasy Murder Of Crows' this morning and glad I did. I read that Native Americans have a deep respect for the crow for their intelligence and strong link to ancestry. Hope your week-end is nice. QtR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound philosophical rendition crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction... An insightful piece of poetry - a work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.