The End

Stones wash up onto the rocky shore. Fingers of foam gently fondling toes.

Orange skies burning bright ahead. A sun-kissed horizon

Shining my desire of a future instead

Of reality. Dead inside, broken and crippled

 

A labyrinth holding a candle, surrounded by ocean, without

Spark. Dark wings, flapping, squawking, ever mocking

My attempts at scrounging for the enigmatic burning essence.

Nails scraping, scrawling, clawing for words which would help,

 

But none came. My flair is forgotten, signs missed, cries unheard.

Ghostly spirits, spritely dancing unseen in the mist of midnight.

That sun-kissed horizon has fallen, plunged into the ocean,

Plunged into chaos.

 

Held together by rusted chains and frayed ropes.

Pieces are falling from my hand carved sculpture.

Just like the sun, the water will envelope us,

Will swallow us, will destroy us.

Reviews

[Daisy Morgy]

what brilliant imagery and structure! lovely just amazing

[Miranda Richard]

The last stanza's are stunning! What a beautiful poem :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Always good to read your poetry. I enjoyed the tale in the poem.
"But none came. My flair is forgotten, signs missed, cries unheard.
Ghostly spirits, spritely dancing unseen in the mist of midnight.
That sun-kissed horizon has fallen, plunged into the ocean,
Plunged into chaos."
The strong description create vision of struggle. I like the honest ending. The sea had no mercy for no-one. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Eddie Phillips]

The design of this poem was awesome and you kept it going with a great theme and strong imagery. Great job!

[Patrick O'Neil]

Really nice imagery, it makes me think of something, a place a person were things seems to reach a closing point, where things are ending. Great title and well laid out.

[Lowesy]

Thanks, Spidey.

[Patrick O'Neil]

No problem, have a great day.

[Blank]

This poem makes me think of a line of lyrics, "to see a friend bleed to death, what for? Some kind of metaphor that I can't see. So I'll drink until I see it."

I love the atmosphere you've created with your words here, it's a vivid image you paint and you convey the emotions of helplessness, desperation, frustration, and ultimately - disappointment - so very well.

My favorite line would be, "Pieces are falling from my hand carved sculpture", this line is so strong and speaks so much to me... how often we labor to create something that only falls apart, despite our efforts and care.

This is a beautiful piece you've written and I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.

[Lowesy]

cheers big ears :D

[Blank]

Same goes big nose :P

[Lowesy]

Hahahahaha brilliant

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A tightly woven piece that is striking of colour and imagery, well done, good read.

[Lowesy]

Thank you, Thomas.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow, M! Such melancholic words.... you merge the beauty of the sun-kissed horizon with the plunging ocean... I sense the drowning of dreams, hopes, and perhaps a relationship.
This prose piece has an emotional spiral into the depths of darkness... lovely stream of consciousness throughout...exceptional work of art!~xoxo~

[Lowesy]

:) you see right through me, Robbie