HIS NAME NOT HANDED DOWN

Michael Edwards

 

 

HIS NAME NOT HANDED DOWN

 

 

The moon in high suspension hung

above the wandering clouds through which

its peering evanescent rays

looked in through windows long begrimed

upon the bed in which she slept

without a fear of shadows.

 

As early morn began to break

her heart now roused by rising sun

she ventured to an empty room

where muted sounds were feebly heard

and ticking clocks divide the day

she hummed a mournful tune.

 

Though sleep charmed sorrows from her mind

the day brought judgement darkly known

and reason mocked her transient thoughts

as tracts of logic soon outran

delusions brought by vain conceit

in isolation from the night.

 

And with her hearts unconscious calling

she sighed a sigh of desperation

as she recalled in measured glides

the man of whom she dreamt all night

a man with whom she never danced

his name not handed down.

 

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © May 2017

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2017 00:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Accompanied by one of my abstracts
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Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write Michael.

    I like the abstract, I feel that I could look at that for a very long time. What is its actual size?

    • Michael Edwards

      Mounted and framed it measures approx. 30ins by 24ins - pleased you like it G.

    • Fay Slimm.

      A lyrical ballad that outlines the lonely life led of many a heart left without love - a dreamy read Michael with engaging imagery.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks Fay - just where in watercolours I paint traditional watercolours and total abstracts so in poetry I like to write at both ends of the spectrum - serious stuff like this and totally daft stuff as well . Well it keeps me off the streets !!

      • orchidee

        A fine write and pic M.

      • swingline

        The painting reminds me of flying through clouds or a soul on journey to a higher place . Your beautiful poem goes well with the painting . Some reason the song Eleanor Rigby popped into my .
        "All the lonely people
        Where do they come from
        All the lonely people
        Where do they all belong"

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks MICHAEL ~ Love the abstract which complements the POEM ..................... Which (in its own way) is equally abstract ! Please check my ODE for the day ~ BRIAN

      • WriteBeLight

        Like the heart's unconscious calling line Michael.



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