"Seventeen Syllables..."

"Seventeen Syllables..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Senyru ...for the unwary

"

 

"Seventeen Syllables..."

"Gold sheltered beaches
That beckon so lovingly...
Hide our pain too well."

Strange how seventeen
Glimpses of a Stranger's soul
Touch so deep within.

Therein the magyk,
Senyru's powerful gestalt -
Rorschach to the soul.

Intense, symbolic,
Syllabic grace.  Emotions

impact ev'ry space.

 

"Gold..." Invokes thoughts of
Tremendous strength... Heat... Passion...
Cold... Distance... Sadness...

 

"...sheltered..." fragments of...
Homes irretrieveably passed
To dream's realm... 'til now.

 

"...beaches..." Crowds... children...
Summers... falls...  alone... empty...
Silence...  wishes... ghosts.

 

"That..." So definite
A moment... unlimited
By time's simple grasp.

 

"...beckon..." Siren's call...
Parent's moods... Lover's need... Time...
Death's curled finger calls.

 

"...so..."  Threads intertwined
Unknown but present within
Luring the wary.

 

"...lovingly..." Softness
Recall of wishes fullfilled.
Heartbreak's bitter pill.

 

"Hide..." Unseeing eyes...
Pity's stare 'pon open wound...
Fear... anger... regret.

 

"...our..."  Plural... then yours...
Mine forgotten to lone needs
That drew two apart.

 

"...pain..." Sharp joy's remains.
Reason's echoes... slight's refrain.
Once shared, single's gain.

 

"...too..." Strongly... gently...
Allusion's illusions tied,
It's framework inside.

 

"...well..." Goodness... comfort...
Life's caring depth... hopes' caress.
Faithless tear's return.

 

- Hence -

 

"Gold sheltered beaches
That beckon so lovingly...
Hide our pain too well."

 

- Becomes -

 

"Sad fragments of time
Define the moments of life
We keep deep inside."

 

Chris

© 2012 Chris


Author's Note

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Brilliantly done.
Can't touch this... wouldn't even try.


Posted 12 Years Ago


A beautiful necklace!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Once again, I am quite befuddled by your ludicrous, baffling, insane, enigmatical, and one might even include marvelous in there, poetry. Revolutionary!

You say you want a revol...no, I won't sing a Beatles song.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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