upon midnight

dusk arising


and barefoot stroll
       upon midnight past
where cast of moon
       haunts broken glass
over ragged weave
       to bare-board low
treads the path
       of one more sorrow

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2019 00:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm..
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    May that sorrow soon be lost and the path before you becomes smooth.

    • dusk arising

      Oh no no no my friend.... no such haunting sorrow in my life... this was conjoured up to create the mood only. Creative writing.

      • Goldfinch60

        Glad to hear that d a.

        Have you picked up your saxophone yet. I have done a bit of cat scaring on the clarinet - it may even be music one day

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      • Neville

        this is certainly one of your strong points... note.. I said one.....

        they dont get much better..... Neville

        • dusk arising

          Yeah, spooky that's me lol. That last line, should it be tread or treads do you think? I still cannot make up my mind which is right. I'd appreciate your opinion.

          • Neville

            I prefer treads.. but there aint much in it... it is damned good either way.... N

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          • Fay Slimm.

            I like the idea of opening verse with a continued title - - as in "and" - it flows so well into the poetic remainder and as for the the last two lines I have to agree with Neville that the the word "treads" seems to fit better - - and see you have decided it does too......... the metaphors you use in this are to sigh for my friend - first class write and save to my favourites.

            • dusk arising

              Again my inspiration came from trying to picture the mindset of a poet on mps. So rewarding to read others works.

              I\'m honoured and so pleased (dancing a small jig) you\'ve appreciated this and placed among your fav\'s.

              Re: tread/treads. Sometimes i get so close i can no longer see.... It pleases me to be able to ask an opinion of another.

            • Suresh

              Those, that trouble follows,
              Lost in thought..
              Excellently prosed

            • Neville


              I felt another visit here was well worth it DA ...
              seriously beautiful words and laid upon the page perfectly ....



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