The Echo of the Highest Peak (Oxymoron Poem)

We've been in the burning frost o' the highest peak 

to unlock the open secrets, and to leave the sweet 

sorrow. In my upward fall, I told the pure evilness, 

'I want nothin' more and ne'er again.' I hung the word 

in that eloquent qu'etness. I hung the qu'etness in the 

air. I found its own sense and the opposite. The word 

and the qu'etness were like the hole and the star. In 

that spiritual freezer burning, I found the insomniac 

dreams o' my destiny and the waking dreams o' my 

un-destiny. You made them become numb feelings 

and vice versa much more than a lyric song becomes 

a music sound to be a lyric song again. In that magic 

realism, my silent scream was moved into its echo 

to become deafening silence forever. Fairly obvious, 

the down climbing evilness echo'd, 'I want nothin' 

more and ne'er again, nothin' more and ne'er again.' 

Poem by  Marieta Maglas

Reviews

[Elsa Linnet]

The cadence is unique and each line leading into the other and the apostrophes really add to the rhythm. Fascinating little poem, lots of great imagery and thoughts, well done!