Steven Cooke

Rookie (01-04-1958 / Sheffield)

To Whom It May Concern - Poem by Steven Cooke

As the moon argues with clouds
In winter's tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To glide over the river of Styx
On the spirit of his funeral swan.
Through frosted windows,
A whispered orb appears
Hovering over mortal conscience
Mirrored in masked apparitions,
Around the candles flicker.

Voices fill the room
Calling the cemeteries dead
Calling witness to this passing
And In the Rocking chair a figure

Speaking, plumes of mist
Looking from a dark abyss
Where once there was a face,
The scratching of a Quill,
Writing, moving across a veil of grey,
Hiding the pages beneath

The quill of mankind
Is Here to empty your soul,
Though your heart will try and hide,
The truth,
The person that is you.

For in his wisdom
Creation gave you a conscience
And that will always betray
This person that was you
And another testimony is taken
In the trial of Mankind

Comments about To Whom It May Concern by Steven Cooke

  • Sharad Juneja (4/22/2012 3:33:00 PM)

    brilliance is reflected here..... (Report) Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (4/18/2012 6:26:00 AM)

    Beautiful, great use of words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012

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