There is no escape for the living, and the dead are quite aware

There is no escape for the living, and the dead are quite aware

A Poem by Moonflower

 

And they all told us

it wouldn't last,

nothing will last,

So just let it all pass

like the wind and the rain,

we'll feel coldness and pain

And the worst part isn't emptiness

but restraint

On that gray day, your eyes

What did they say

Looking like the glass

that had been broken

and stained

 

Oh darlin they sang but,

they looked so much older

Why did you stay, to watch

the embers smolder

into nothing

as the smoke would escape

undulating out

into the star crusted terrain

 

I don't remember

what you said

but the way

just the feeling it made,

it left quite a stain in the

subconcious, of my chaotic brain

 

Just like the lights on the water,

glimmering tears

like the eyes of my father,

oh he doesn't know

doesn't know the disaster

the lines on his face

tell the story of ever after

 

So we dance in the street

with the rain that pours down

the river it rises

And it seeps into town

but we laugh,

oh we laugh,

oh we laugh

as we drown

 

Cause we knew, Oh we knew that

Our demise was the sound

of our own hearts

as their harmonies

bleed

in synchronation

with the worlds

burning needs

 

And so we will breathe,

with our eyes

cast down,

and our feet on the pavement,

the cracks on the street

they follow the pathways

to where we will meet

with our clothes tight and brown

with our hands all unwound, trembling

and waving against strings to create sounds

 

What will we deliver

to the faces that wait,

wait for our chorus

to give them the embrace

the flood of the waters

in their minds that will change

 

© 2011 Moonflower


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there is some good quality rhyming in here
well done

Posted 13 Years Ago


Absolutely dynamic.

Matthew

Posted 13 Years Ago


omg, the imagery was fantastic! so vivid, i lovedd it. also, it seemed like the first bit sounded like it was inspired by the words of gandalf (from lord of the rings, yay) when he says "the grey rain curtain of this world turns back, and all turns to silver glass," or something of the sort, then goes on and says "white shores and beyond, a far green country." my memory's a bit rusty on the details, but its only the first that matters soo yeah. this was an amazing piece though, i adored it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


You are an excellent writer of serious material. You seem older than your years. sorry you had to grow up so fast.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I know there is a lot of emotion and meaning behind this but to me it feels like this ia a break up poem. I know this is probably not written for that reason but I dont know why i just get that feeling. Anyway this is a great write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is breathtaking..

Posted 13 Years Ago


The poem is powerful. A lot of hidden story in the words. Each set of lines made me desire to understand and know the complete situations. The strong statements create some wild visions.
"cause we knew, oh we knew that
our demise was the sound
of our own hearts as their harmonies
bleed'
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow...Wow...
Im at a loss for words....
You were born to do this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is simply epic...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

another lyrical gem from your talented pen .

lines like this show you have the touch of poetic nuance -

"Looking like the glass that had been broken
and stained"

a solid piece of writing



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Moonflower
Moonflower

Louisville, KY



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