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
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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?
Mounted and framed it measures approx. 30ins by 24ins - pleased you like it G.
A lyrical ballad that outlines the lonely life led of many a heart left without love - a dreamy read Michael with engaging imagery.
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 !!
A fine write and pic M.
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"
Thanks S
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
Like the heart's unconscious calling line Michael.
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