A Trial Neverending

The night so condescending.

Her frailty

His lesson.

The silence

That crystal tear

An ethereal murky

Fluorescent tremor

The descending haze.

 

The night so condescending

The shrouded smile

An averted gaze

A hushed demeanor.

 

h.e.r.t.r.i.a.l.n.e.v.e.r.e.n.d.i.n.g.

Reviews

[Astrid Hamilton]

The first stanza reminds me of wisdom exuded in haiku; or great knowledge in a brevity of words, and they carry the rest of the poem, the rest of what he has to say, which at the end is interesting to have abbreviated her ambivalence; for I wondered if it was some code of some cryptic communication to be deciphered, or am I paranoid even in poetry?
Perhaps.
But i'm in love, and the way I love is never condescending. And neither is this poem.

[Sorry Infamous]

A really interesting poem to read. My favorite, the most visual part of the poem was the second stanza. I liked the last line her trial never ending but I am not sure about the way it was presented... I think I would have liked it better without the periods between the letters. In any case, really well written. You have a rare talent that is hard to find on this site.

Brilliant use of somewhat powerful, descriptive words. The first stanza really drew me in, it was catchy.
I like how the first stanza is simple, then the second stanza is a bit complex, then the complexity starts to wear off by the third stanza.