Alone Again

Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,

spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,

my visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.

Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,

naked anvils aching... heavy hammers roar,

their monodies of emptiness pulse, bleeding through the floor.

House of cards collapsing... sagging walls of wax,

deuces in dissension... aces slip through cracks,

the Joker’s lost and lumbers by, alone, along the tracks.

Steeple steps dismantled... muted bells below,

ruins quake and tremble... frozen in the snow,

their pains implode within my brain while pale winds cruelly blow.

Prophets tumble temples... residues of tea

highways of no entrance... paths of destiny,

where phantoms haunt my nightmare dreams, tell tales of roaming free.

Foghorns moaning lonely... waves awash in sound

silver schooner sinking... swirling round and round,

at midnight’s stroke, the mainsail broke, and driftwood drifts aground.

Silent seas misshapen... moonbeams painted rum,

teaspoons sifting ashes... fingers cold and numb,

an incandescent candlestick’s impaled the sinking sun.

Smothered fires smoking... oceans filled with ice,

lightning lashing windows... blades from paradise,

like tongues of limpid laughter licking wounds of sacrifice.

Flowing fields of flowers... silent harmony,

rolling river reveries... washing to the sea,

my love, she was my daylight bliss, she once belonged to me.

Reviews

[Ardra]

very beautifully written about the pain one goes through when left alone by your loved ones

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Ria!
Much appreciated!

[Kathryn Smith]

This stirred up so many emotions in me. It is a beautiful sorrowful relatable piece. Very well written, I loved your word play so much! Take Care! x

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Kathryn!
Your comments are very uplifting!!

[Jimmy Yetts]

Meaningful content; phrases deftly turned; a piece superbly rhymed.
Powerful offering, Terry!

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Jimmy... very kind!

[Philip Muls]

Great play with words Terry. Rolling river reveries...a great series of beautifully chosen words. Deuces in dissention...silver schooner sinking.

Well done.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Philip!
words... love 'em... what would we do without them...