what castle

dusk arising

 

 

What castle now
awaits me skyward.
Where comes
a light of hope.
This lantern dimmed
within my soul
casts shadows
into doubt.

 

The reapers joy
has scarred my face  
with tear's
pathetic trails.
My haunted heart,
encloaked and bitter,
no more a
passion's start.

 

Though skyward
holds no beauty.
A solemn songbird
laments death's hour
Autumn presents
it's golden wreath.
As I lay to rest
my lover's flower.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2021 07:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sorrow and lack of purpose on the death of ones lover re-posted here.
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  • MDStone

    Felt that one in my heart!

    • dusk arising

      Thank you. I guess us poets are susceptible.

    • Goldfinch60

      My lover's flower is still with me for me to give her when I meet her again.

      Andy

      • dusk arising

        And those feathers Andy.

      • SureshG

        Every line truly moving, to be reread again and again



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