Noel Horlanda

Rookie (Sep 12,1941 / Bohol, Philippines)

The Shadow Of Death (In The Cracked Mirror) - Poem by Noel Horlanda

One day…
the morning glory showed up
In bed quietus, serenely bopped
perfervid, morose reflection o’ mine
In cracked mirror, handsomely divine
In there was my epiphany
eerie, execrable but funny
A cancer sufferer did I
Another day…
A supernova passes by
Panoptic she was, all aplomb
Full of hope, faith and boom
Ebullient she was but nugatory
A badger gritty to live in purgatory
Fought I to survive
Discombobulated at end divide
In the cracked mirror once more
vision saw I the more
A cavity inane, dreary
Where non-essence dwells fiery
Behind the reflection, the image
Hypervent, heavy at edge
Waited the shadow of death

On the other side…
A dark warrior held at bay
Cramped in foxhole one day
A mortal wound on chest
burgundy furious in taste
Looked up the intense sky
Saw self ready to die
his lovely wife and child
having yellow flowers ran wild
the soldier was easy to accept
What’s got into him except
Somethin’ he didn’t want to see
Underneath an inky sea
Ugly and hefty dig
For him to lay dead
While empty dark space
A cranium with no face
Moves with no trace
Drags its heavy feet
With iron ball clipped
hidden under fabric edge
In cracked mirror it pledged
My bro, it’s the shadow of death


Comments about The Shadow Of Death (In The Cracked Mirror) by Noel Horlanda

  • (12/8/2009 3:45:00 AM)


    I like this so much. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/4/2009 12:56:00 AM)


    nice composition shared here........love the theme, dark yet lovely! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009



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