Watch me as the earth unfolds
Crying out for life
In the midst of burning cold
A silence I will find
The birds, they are a-singing
A small harsh requiem
In the dark and fire raining
I’ll go looking for you then
The pillars are asunder
Strength no longer mine
In the soft remains of plunder
A silence I will find
It is the truth and nothing less
That I am in it too
A place to stay in nothingness
I’ll find for me and you
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Author:
cameron lynne (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2022 15:12
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Comments1
beautifully constructed
your verses are layered, with purpose
I especially like how you play with imagery
and metaphor, without over stressing its presence
subtlety, is the key word here I think
and of course, such a showcasing of practised
and oh so elegant, poetic skill:
'A small harsh requiem
In the dark and fire raining
I’ll go looking for you then
The pillars are asunder
Strength no longer mine
In the soft remains of plunder'..
(a privilege to read and a treat to ponder
thank you, for choosing to share
dear Poet)
Thank you for this thoughtful comment, I really appreciate it!
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