Sleeping shadows across latitudes
Where children laugh in the solitude
Of freshly harvested poppy fields
Where milk starved cows
Pose naked for farmer’s calendars
Oil lamps hanging in glassless frames
Masquerading as cultural artifacts
While the shadows keep sleeping
Holding soulless imitations of man
Imprisoned in medieval fortresses
With married crocodiles dancing trancelike
Inside moats filled with liquid expectations
The moon wandering on stilts
Over neglected hopelessness
Avoiding the sleeping shadows
Owls flying with books of wisdom
Without plan or destination
While church bells hang dejectedly
From gallows smelling of death
Until the shadows awaken
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My imagination gone wild!!! You love it or you hate it. You see meanings or you don't. I just let my imagination fly. No thinking about it in advance, no pre-conception, did not know at the beginning where it would take me. This is the result. Could have been different on a different day. Who knows? It is totally up to the reader to see in it whatever he/she wants to see.
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Comments5
filled my head with an idea of old Persia. love it.
Thank you Will! Please tell me how or why you thought of old Persia. I love your comment, but wonder why.
Good write Fred. Don't know what comes to my mind yet. Too 'deep' for this time of morning in the UK? I shall get a headache with thinking too much! lol.
Thanks orchidee, the headache probably comes from you watered down sherry!
You are so right, your words can conjure up allsorts of images and in my crazy poetic mind they certainly do. I really like this because it digs out thought trails i wouldn't associate with one another and becomes really entertaining even if dark corners of my mind are tweeked here and there. It's going into my favourites and i'd encourage you to do more of this ilk.
Thanks so much da! Was not sure at first if I should post it, but I had so much fun writing it that I thought 'why not'! Am so glad you like it!
You sure can read into this - great write Fred.
Thanks Michael, part of the fun of reading poems, at least for me, is to try to figure out if the artist put some hidden meaning into it. Some are straight forward, and that is OK too. The beauty of poetry is that there are so many different ways to say things.
You are so right - just like a good abstract painting.
I saw Picasso's style.
Yes, m&m, thank you! Maybe Picasso, or maybe Salvador Dali!
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