WL Schuett

Clouded

From the threshold of my dreams. 

Deeply damped by shame ,

clouded by fears . 

Educated , but colloquial be damned 

trying to keep the door cracked open . 

 

Weeping for a woman 

I did not know 

from a time I am not from . 

Quiet pride and pretty grace 

drenched in the purest sorrow. 

She was righteous among 

the chosen . 

 

Not it a lot of noise as I 

pass through the years . 

Though I feel the Earth’s vibrations. 

I feel the blood of the Earth . 

Clouded by the winds desperate vision 

and the silvery quiet of dawn . 

I am looking for promises 

I need to believe . 

 

As I exit from my dreams 

through the crack in the door .

Maybe I’m ready to make 

some noise .

Comments5

  • El_Pretzadente

    "Quiet Pride & Pretty Grace
    Drenched in the Purist Sorrow."

    That's Beautiful.

  • Scrambled Letters

    Time to make some noise. Yes, terrific ending

  • Michael Edwards

    Love the way this is brought together by that last verse - great work Bill

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write, may that crack show you the beauty of your dreams.

    Wonderful artwork.

  • FredPeyer

    So well written, and the last stanza says it all!



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