Here it is told that it only rains cold, stark and black are the clouds
Memory's warm ray set with the day, now lay shadows of gallows as night's shrouds
Dark is the night, stark is the plight, hope condemned to a hangman's fate
Cut out its tongue, having bled out its lung, no breath remains for debate
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For your imagery alone this is a kudos but speaks so loudly in this new dawn of weirdness of our world today. Brilliant on so many levels. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for your read, I know that this one is a little cryptic but so is conversation now days. Your support is always most encouraging and appreciated my friend.
Inspiring conversation for a frigid climate of nothingness ...
Thank you Lorenz for your read and interpretation it is always most appreciated
A very powerful poem. For me it represents the inevitabilty of Death and we are all on death row. Wonderful poem
Thank you David for your review and interpretation and yes when I wrote it I had in mind a type of death indeed it could be temporal and mortal as well. Your support is most appreciated.
A sense of impending doom and death, question being do we go quietly or do we try to change it, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for the read and comment. Yes to each his own some surrender some fight. Appreciate the support my friend
You are very welcome
Powerful, my dear friend. This poem punches in all the right ways. I know of what it speaks and its message works on multiple levels. Profound poetic truth. Well done, Soren! 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan for your most generous words of support and kind encouragement. It is most appreciated
You are most welcome, Soren!
BRAVO
Thank you so much Tony
You're welcome
Good write SB. I of course don't get many of the cryptic meanings! lol.
Thanks Orchi appreciate that tomorrow I will post one that is more direct.
Haunting and vivid—your imagery chills to the bone. A masterpiece of despair, beautifully bleak.
Thank you so much for the read and comment. Sorry for the delay in response. Your words are always most valued
You are very Welcome 🙏
A resonating poem wherein Silence does not mean absence, and despair does not mean permanence. We are still here, and that means something. And even in the coldest moments, warmth is never truly beyond reach. We are not alone in this.🙏🏻🕊️
Sorry Cryptic for the delayed response but thank you so much for the review and understanding comment
No worries, Soren… things still get buried in “paperwork;” a known occurrence 🕊🙏🏻
My reply got deleted. I read this 3 times. Excellent write!
Thanks so much for the review and kind words of support and encouragement. Excuse the delayed response it was somehow overlooked
I life today soren there are so many questions that are answered with different answers, what can we believe in this world.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy for your response and excuse the delayed response.
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