Dancing shadows to the music of the wind
A Rose in death throes on her chest pinned
Bent with reason he twisted with hope
Was a dark season to cope with a rope
Dank the morn that broke or’ the moor
Where sheep were shorn naked as the poor
In ranker to mourn the beheading of the corn
Where seeds unborn from the womb are torn
Black are the deeds that sprout these seeds
parted from weeds where roots of anger bleeds
Snatch the ring of brass, before it does pass
In shoes of broken glass, with a smile dance a waltz of class
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Thank you for a very beautiful read
Thank you so much for reading this poem. It means a great deal and your kind words are very encouraging.
You are very welcome
This poem captures the essence of a world steeped in despair yet holding onto fragments of hope and beauty. It's captivating imagery and metaphors evoke a powerful sense of struggle and resilience, highlighting the complex interplay between light and darkness in our lives. Another stirring poem Soren!
Thank you Cryptic I appreciate your insightful words on this poem. Yes the world is full of dark and light in this poem is more dark than light. Your word serve is great support.
Quite a pleasure indeed, Soren. You are most welcome.
I fear we are about to loose it .. there are too many fingers hovering above too many buttons .. and for now, I shall keep digging ..
Thank you Neville. I remember the days in school when we used to have to hide under our desk for fear of a bomb falling on our head. The futility of such an attempt seems a metaphor to me of the futility of protecting ourselves today. Nevertheless keep digging. I’m sure if you get deep enough, you’ll be safe
Your language is outstanding in this, I felt I was dancing all the way through, right to the end, brilliant title and imagery still the king 🤣
oh my friend your words have cheered my day. Thank you so much for your gracious remarks. They are deeply appreciated. Have a splendid day.
Darker than dark, but still with a glint of feint light. Brimful of metaphor and wonderful language Soren.
Thanks Cassie I appreciate the interpretation and yes there is always hope.
I dunno if it's morn[ing], noon, or night. By the time I found out what 'carpe diem' meant, there was no day left to seize - night had fallen! Doh! lol.
Thanks Orchi it is always day somewhere. Appreciate the read.
This poem is filled with despair and darkness and yet a glimmer of hope. Love the last line. Indeed. A hauntingly beautiful write my friend! 🌹👏
Thank you so much Tristan for the read and comment it is always nice to hear from you.
You are welcome Soren! It is always a pleasure to read you! ❤️
dark indeed Soren,
and worthy of many reads and many more comments.
Thank you so much Darker your words are appreciated
This made me think of the days on the farm where everything is dependent on good weather but the good weather never comes.Powerful poem
Thank you so much, David. Your read of this poem is most appreciated and valued. Yes I spent some time on a farm as well. Maybe that’s where part of this came from.
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Two thumbs up my friend!!🤩
A very evocative piece
of art, great rhyme, flow and blend!💯
My pleasure to read indeed!! 😊
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you so much, Thad. Your your remarks are always encouraging. And I do so appreciate your reading and commenting.
Super words soren, may that sadness bring light to our lives in time.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy as always your words are so appreciated. May you have a wonderful day
such a poignant message - touched my heart
Thank you so much Nafisa your words are deeply valued and appreciated.
so nice to hear that - have a lovely weekend
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