Crimson Eclipse

Year poem was written: 2014

      Red and black make a sorrowful blend,

            known to the last moments of the dead.

      Now swarming across the skies of the living,

            giving dreadful decay to those who stare at the clouds.

      All but the ones with shriveled broken hearts,

            who only see a mirror of their pain.

      They are drawn to gaze at this agony,

            knowing a part of them is now visible to others.

      A time of hope to some and horror to others comes with,

            the crimson eclipse.

Reviews

[jcfrancis]

It is a fairly dark poem, the tone set with those first two lines. It's dark and lovely. I like the connection discussed in the poem, "knowing a part of them is now visible to others." Nice way to close the poem. I've noticed other poems you have written have the same form and layout of this poem. Is there a name for this style of poem or is it just a personal style? Just wondering...

[Ezekiel Silver]

Thank you for the review! And this is my own personal style of poetry, I've been wanting to come up with a name for it my I'm not sure what would work.