OUT OF DARKNESS

Release from the grasp of dark and cloying minds ---

OUT OF DARKNESS

 

Would but the world to ramble

Not a rumble to be seen

A warm and rosy sunshine

The world a tender place to be

 

No judgment in the weather

Pit Bulls have released their hold

Life`s a ramble in the heather

Breathe the cleansing cold

 

Gone annoyance of old leather

Made to bind and hold

None but tendrils of new blossoms

Gone thoughts of getting old

 

Redundant stuff from darkness

Of old closed minds and mold

God thank You for this moment

Embracing freedom that is gold

---- Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[IMOGEAN]

This poem made me think of death. It is not that grieving death of a loved one, but the peaceful death of the body, that sets the soul free. I envisioned metaphors throughout the poem. I could see the struggles of earthly relationships releasing into peaceful solitude. The freedom of worldly constraints, brings about a serenity that can only be felt in the thereafter. A place where time has no meaning.

Of course, this is my interpretation. I may be way off course. Do let me know if I am, dear...

Imogean~
MY RATING--- 100%

[Norma M Sutton]

This is nice. Very much how I think of my grandparents and father.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A beautiful poem of freedom and a peaceful world.. this is a good one..

Chloe

[Ice QueenJen]

This is such a great poem I loved it.

[Phibby Venable]

Life`s a ramble in the heather
Breathe the cleansing cold

Gone annoyance of old leather
Made to bind and hold

I love the depth and insight here. beautiful language. very fine poem.

[Peaches]

Beautiful, for just a moment I was there with you. Peaceful, tranquil, and insightful. Thank you for sharing.

[samaveiled]

i liked your rhyme scheme. it has this languid flow, yet still holds you at the end of each line.

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

wow... what a great piece... makes the reader think...

[emmajoy]

I had to read this three times (that's my reading average, must learn to learn - lol) Unlike the reader below, I see this as a celebration of what's to come, the movement from past to future albeit in slow, slow time.

'Gone annoyance of old leather Made to bind and hold None but tendrils of new blossoms Gone thoughts of getting old' . Am I wrong, or, do we see things differently - answer: of course we do?!

(What happened to your longgg story, your missing love/the red rose?)

[Emily Rose]

A very inspiring poem and one filled with interesting imagery. It seems to jump around a little, though - how do you get from weather to pit bulls to heather and then suddenly back to weather with "cold?" I don't see much of a connection; it might help if you clarify a little to fill in the gaps. The rhymes seems a bit forced at times, too (especially with "weather" and "heather") and you seem to really like the "hold/old/gold" etc. type of rhyme. It might make a little more sense to mix it up or, perhaps, to keep the that particular rhyme consistent through every stanza (which means you'd only have to add it to the first!). Despite my nitpicking, though, I did enjoy this poem, particularly the last stanza of it!

[Greg the Bard]

I really love the last stanza. It is a great closing after a great build up. The poem flows with imagery at a fast pace. That lends to the closing line which is really good.