OF DYING VERSE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

To rise above
Dreams parapet
Its ancient voice
Lest to forget
The bitterness
Once bestowed
A manuscript
Yellowed and old.

The ages scream
The prophet dies
The wandering
Of many lies
Temples fall
About holy men
Devoid of power
Their casting spell.

Angel throngs
Now tears weep
Marbled wings
Lull to sleep
The epitaph
Of dying verse
The poets eyes
Succumb to words.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Indeed poetry is found in scripture, nature, life itself. A lovely write my friend

  • Thomas W Case

    This poem carries a solemn, almost mythic tone, with strong imagery that gives a sense of history, loss, and the fading of once-powerful voices. I especially admire the atmosphere you create—there’s a haunting beauty here that lingers, and it could become even more powerful with a slightly clearer emotional thread for the reader to follow.

  • Thomas W Case

    This poem feels timeless, like an echo carried through centuries, filled with reverence and quiet sorrow. There’s a beautiful gravity in your words that gives the piece a lasting, almost sacred presence.

  • orchidee

    Good write N. And now a poem starting: O for a bus, a thousand buses even; but we've not seen even one!' lol.

  • arqios

    The collapse of old spiritual and poetic power, that the fading of prophecy, the ruin of temples, the exhaustion of angels, and finally the poet himself being overtaken by his own words. It’s a meditation on how sacred voices, ancient texts, and even poetry itself erode across time.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wow, haunting poem, Norman! This carries such a profound sense of human wisdom struggling to survive the passing centuries. Dark, solemn, and beautifully atmospheric, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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