Chime- Hours

The melting toll of empty hours,- chaste

Among the dry-stone steeples,-stirs

The cobbled rune of foetal wonder.

Forgotten waifs, in teasing, see

The scheming torpor of our ways

Then mingle in the vaults of our regret.



Through half closed eyes the

Unremembered rise on drafts

Of innocence, to spell their names

In spirit in these scuttled, pin drop realms.

The utters of an arcane tongue  that

Whittled horses from the hill, dissolve

 into the chiseled henge of lanterned Citadels.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Funny enough there is beauty in sadness when it is written beautifully. Impressive Ali Impressive!

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you, my friend...and yes!, there is a beauty in sadness,...an awful beauty that has the power, to both break and hold...I am not sure that I do it justice, but your words have brought about a doffing of metaphorical millinery...and they are words that warm....thank you, kind Sir.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Such places, such hearts, such deaths
Such visions of old and saddened ways
graves..
The land the sea.the shores
Remember these..

Special....................................♥

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly Jazzy..and you are spot on, we should remember that which we are losing.
My very best wishes to you
Ali

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are most welcome Dear Ali...................♥

[Onlyme]

I found this poem. Sad and heartbreaking in my interpretation. Wonderfully expressed and visions that are moving and meaningful sombre state of affairs.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly, Dawn...and please forgive my late riposte.
Your words are worth and far beyond the stasis of this omniscient society, and I will make it mine to try my utmost to give you all my truth..
It wont be pretty...it wont be educated...but the s**t beneath my fingernails, will be understood by everybody...and if anyone tells you otherwise...then send them to me!
The Happiest of New Years to you, and may you smile each day into sunlight.