Night and Music of the Bereft

The flipside of the day,

Brings a lot of melodies,

Of painful journals.

At most the moon and stars are dead,

For those eyes that lament for the beloved.

The breezy sound of the wind,

Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity,

Instead a tune of sinister,

Darker than the night.

Because the lullaby of every nocturnal,

An echoing elegy,

For those who were left behind.

Sightseeing imaginary images,

Whispering song for them,

Every night, 

Still dying inside...

5-25-2016

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Beautifully expressed,the words took me through the pain of this write. Could feel the words;-]

[William Liston]

Hello Frederick : )
I've read all the poems you've posted thus far, and this one is undoubtedly my favorite. For the most part, it flows smoothly and allows one idea to transfer seamlessly into the next. I enjoy the contrast in this piece in how the serenity of night-time builds on the speaker's sorrow ... it made the piece feel soft yet melancholic.
Another highlight of this piece is how it uses the beauty of free-verse. I felt like the lack of rhyme and uniform structure helped you let your words flow freely.
I also like the last line. It's simple, but powerful in letting the poem resonate and conclude the piece's nuances.
Nice work. Thanks for sharing.

- William Liston

[MysteriousAries]

Thank you for taking time on all my works... And of all the works I've posted here to date, this is my fave too... Once again, thank you...

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"An echoing elegy,for those who were left behind."-beautiful words and imagery. Loved ones lost, survivors bereft. "At most the moon and stars are dead." Excellent work!

[MysteriousAries]

Thank you so much for the appreciation...