Whence

I looked from whence I could see the stars; there were days clouded in ice and days

where the sun  lifted me on orange rays

and yet here I am still behind veiled bars

 

Sometimes ivory clad sometimes silver steel, the endless ringing echoes

a mind laid waste in a thousand ghettos

sometimes a floundering fish on a reel

 

I looked from whence I could see the stars, these were nights of shattering displays

of dreams that once smouldered but now decays

the cold dying for things that never was

 

Reviews

A deep and beautiful keen write, exactly how it is in your imagery. I loved this Moon you have a gift to write. :)

E.L.

[Southern Cross]

Such beautiful imagery that beholds such powerful emotions..I loved this even in its darkness it still shined

[Leslie Philibert]

Nice work, the last line in the second verse is great. These are the lines that cause the reader to say that`s it .....in a literary sense.I like the way you repeat days in the first line and resist the temptation to start a new line...exactly right !

[...]

. heartbreaking and intensely poignant poetry ...
. i have experienced the isolation you speak of ...
. extremely vivid work ...

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Sometimes I can see life as the beautiful gift that it is and then other times my vision is clouded by life itself. Beautiful Moon.

[rivers]

The imagery is poignant and hauntingly vivid...If I may say a bit of a dart to the heart The words sting just enough to read a couple of times. Admittedly "Whence" is the perfect tile choice for this fine poem...

[MoriartyMesa]

Love the flow, almost like clouds dancing

[I Shred This Cabbage]

you've flaunted some brilliance here my friend! breaking through with all the ferocity of an assault! well done :)

[FJ Davis]

Disappointment, disillusionment and bitter resignation.
In any event, Moon, that's what I make of it.