Moonlight, granting farsighted spectral signs
peeking, through wishful neon lights
and shadow spheres wrapped in hollow fears
no cushioning this somber notes
heavy burdens leaning on overworked forearms
blood rivers, in eyes - wide: awake
yearning that escape of concussed, bliss
lights-out, freedom
from this pummelling of life.
Eyelashes quivering, tiredness overwhelming
yet that wink of a half-moon smirk
twinkles and dances, teasing a galaxy of lies
beyond all-things bleak
must surely reside, that promise land
of all-things bright
how else can our universe, drink light
swimming in black
its unrelenting blanket of stygian night
thriving proud, like
millions of galaxies are inconsequential
to its all-conquering
hopelessness of eternal bleakness, but surely
it too, is but a mere shadow
of that hopeful better in existence’s, virescent colour.
Shuffling those echoes of ruffled worries
once more, a staring match till dawn
now blinking resembles a foreworn habit
too late, to try and shut-out fate
tomorrow’s problems are wide awake
in today’s, hurtling seconds
maybe, just quit
surrender like all the rest, give-in
and swallow regret
like a morning-after pill, for consequence
why not? When drugstores
brazenly, sale everything addictive for cheap
flavoured in greed
sleeping pills, too
and who needs food
when supplement, pills
can last a month, surely
that will do
but, will it?
Can it be that easy, and if so
why do our wilful homeless
look, even more weary – I guess
escapism, has its own price
but, drunk hearts
and drug addled, minds
get to take space flights
traverse, impossible mirages
in a blur
land anywhere and laugh
asking why: they’re still here, draped
in all-things sufferingly drear.
Belatedly, nature begins to embrace daybreak
and eyebrows strain, a last squint
one shimmering star: still lingers - incandescent
across lightyears of a blinked promise
a whisper, sends its solace
not yet - not yet!
There’s still hope, while I draw breath
there’s still love, in all that I possess
and if all else fails, there’s: still you
for me, to reach out to…
© L. B. Mek
July 2021
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Beautifully captivating! Soo thought provoking.
The depth of this poem is unmatched.
Stanza 10 is my favourite, drug addled minds. The imagery in this poem is breathtakingly beautiful.
I can’t wait for your next post 💛
wow, your words humble me
and you're far too generous, but
in this world that savours
every opportunity to belittle
and drag each other down
I won't pretend, to not appreciate your generosity
however undeserving my scribble may be
and so, I thank you: wholeheartedly!
I agree, the society we find ourselves in now is really negative and rarely uplift one another.
Thank you for taking the time to scribble back hehe! Made me even more eager for your next piece
Well written darkness.........
although, with a noticeable mention
of those glimpsed starlight's, of hope..
thank you, for reading and commenting
What an amazing treatise you have so eloquently laid before us here, encapsulating all that decent folk & poets, should really turn their back on, frown upon and despise .. well poemed my friend ................... N
'well poemed my friend'
merely 4 throwaway words to most, but from the right - source
enough to fuel my poetic enthusiasm for a whole week!
thank you
'you lead, I'll gratefully: follow' 🍻
Quite brilliant L.B. this star-like saga of life's heavy burdens over-loading those who at times take escapism to extreme yet the final stanza notes how love alone can foster solace as the world spins around yet again with its shadows of better existence seen through intentional farsighteness. Sm keeping this one in my fave-list.
'yet the final stanza notes
how love alone can foster solace
as the world spins around yet again
with its shadows of better existence, seen
through intentional farsightedness.'
(best lines of poetry, on this page!!!)
thank you! dear Fay
for gracing my page with your wisdom
and never failing, to highlight
the most critical elements I want to convey
in my humble writes
Wonderful words Mek.
Yes there is always hope for us to hold onto and that hope will become reality.
Andy
Amen!
thank you, my friend
A wonderfuly deep and inspiring write, dear poet!
glad you could connect with my humble write, thank you
for your encouraging comments, dear poet
loved the theme of stars being herders
right? that's the image
that I was drawn-to from the start
thanks for noting and highlighting that visual aspect
and am so happy, you enjoyed the read dear poet
you`re welcome
"Moonlight, granting farsighted spectral signs
peeking, through wishful neon lights" Prophetic words reminiscent of Paul Simon's "Sounds of Silence" Great images "blood rivers, in eyes" " a half-moon smirk" "how else can our universe, drink light
swimming in black"
Intriguing rhymes mixed in for spice. The metaphors are myriad, one of my favorite " Shuffling those echoes of ruffled worries" . "surrender like all the rest, give-in
and swallow regret
like a morning-after pill, for consequence" such a poetic entrance to the issue of a pill for everything with even deeper meaning beyond the pharmaceutical. Yet the darkness painted glimmers with hope a wonderful poetic masterpiece.
ah, kind friend
these were the days when my ink
was worth a droplet of loose change
Time
and a kind heart's consideration..
you've excavated a true favourite here
glad your kindness was rewarded
with one of my better efforts,
good to be reminded that I too
can write like this, once in a while.. lol
thank you!
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