An Eclipsed Song

 

Almost incomprehensible,

the little lark stutters, sputtering

mad notes, each one drowning

in useless agony, as the last song

sparks an inward frenzy, and the echoes

ravage the mouth of some endless well.

 

But where one burns out

the other follows, and follows quickly,

a resting lament of heartstrings

and Sunday morning songs—

a simple scream

that blazes out

in blur, just one cycle

in a tell-tale Universe

where we are all far from innocent,

ill as angels sick with curiosity,

hanging on to a space

made of eons and cold earth,

temptation and love, lost.

 

In the distance, the high-perched bird

swallows a single sound,

committing a brief pause

to gaze at some dancing spider web,

and at the last moment, leaning far too close,

unable to correct the error,

the lark fell,

lying in silence.

Reviews

[Jason]

This is great. As a reader, I must say it leaves me feeling full, and makes me want to go over it once more to make sure I took it all in. Very very beautiful job!

[Aristophanes]

I like the imagery in this one!!! very nicely done!!! this poem has a lot of meat to chew... Very well!!!!

[Aurora Night]

Very discriptive. i like teh topic you choose. Very creative.