Reversal

Number 7, a Feature Poem by: PoppySilver

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blood stagnates in spiritual pause

No longer sees purity in god

And goddess alike

Angels refuse to show their aura

The damned rarely receive encouragement from light

 

In dreams, lucid in tone

My faith has sipped poison

As my soul has inhaled, upon cold floor

Harsh reality

 

I have demanded soul attention of many hours

Whilst cloaked in mysticism

Still, I have witnessed no faces in sedative smoke

Of frankincense and myrrh

Gold, stolen by demons

Replaced by tungsten

Though I do not summon or dance with serpent

I keep rhythm with hypnotic footsteps of fear

Both of which have their levels of enlightenment

Their beauty is to be admired

Like sky with sinister cloud that compliments

Sunset beneath

Blush

Cerise pink

Almost

 

Stars soon to decorate such a utopian vision

And yet, Moon,

Lunar, if I may call you by name?

With all your grace

In feminine posture

I cannot help but sense you are hollow

Emptiness, then, is a trait we both share

Not without its merits

 

Do you move

To the resonance, heartbeat of my thoughts

As one void empathises with another?

 

No reverb

However small

No answer

However detuned

 

But then this has happened

Due to life in reverse

I can no longer expect things to be straight forward

If time is illusion

I maintain the right

Of it being Imbolc forever

To nurture these seeds of doubt

 

Vibration becomes denser

Denser still

This void calls out to another

 

No answer

However detuned

No reverb

However small

The damned rarely receive encouragement from light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright PoppySilver 2010

Reviews

[OT]

I'm sure I've read this? possibly left a comment on poppies not too sure! either way it is another brilliant chapter to this book - the picture cuts around it perfectly too!! so nice!

[Robin]

so many sharply defined lines in this piece , the slivers of light painful ... writing from the depths of the soul ..