That I should follow

Bereaved in blue

again 

a mockery of wings

I paint these limbs 

in moments, turning 

life of light unusual

Asking from its cry

that it might fall 

from flight against 

my path

But never

then to ask that I 

should follow.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

This reads like a lament, an expression of grief, a period of mourning. So profound in the manner of which it is written. It's been a while since I've read you, but you truly are special. Take care, Joseph. And may love and light be with you this holiday season.

[Perdition]

Such lovely words indeed, and yes it has been a while since I chose to leave my poetry on this site, choosing instead the journals of the mountains, but it is wonderful to see you back again and love and light to you as well this holiday season.

[Ken e Bujold]

bereaved in blue/again the eternal yearn of the heart to love and to break and then start again the entire cycle. brilliant my friend.

as poignant a poem as any I've read in a while

[Perdition]

Well if you don't match up you just don't match...lol. Hopefully, destiny has a different reward than circles but then again 3,6,9 as Tesla, Einstein, and the circle would say in understanding this universe. I just saw a mocking bird and it was the end of everything I had ever come to understand... smiles. Thanks ken as always a wonderful and generous review!~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

to ask is to hesitate...we need to have our own wings to fly into the unusual...
to follow a different path...maybe the Road not Taken because "it deserves wear" ......
a very intriguing piece of poetry here.
j.

[Perdition]

Thank you j.... the most misunderstood poem of the previous century...Perhaps? "The Road Not Taken" an all too kind reference in this review. I dream of a circle of poets, perhaps not all. in the mountains over crackling sticks of fire with a fine tincture, discussing "two roads (that) diverged in a yellow wood" and then I remember the one and only road that curses so wonderfully a poet's fate~