White Oak

(I laugh because my poetry is in the purple notebook)

The hunter of the night’s destroying my dreams

My guileless mind’s been fooled by the scene

A neverending scream inside of myself

I’m turning off the lights and hiding away

 

I’m tearing down the hill and beyond the crowd

The wind blows still with echoing sound

A motionless void inside of my brain

With child dreams gone I’m never the same

 

Behold, the white oak falls

Never the same

Never to rest

A crushing weight falls on their chests

 

Defiance in the eyes burning all the mist

I’ll ‘waken from this dream with naught but a kiss

A sea blown breeze dances her hair

To die, I lust to live, and catch myself stare

 

Behold, the white oak falls

Never the same

Never to rest

A crushing weight falls on their chests

 

Reviews

[Doug]

Defiance in the eyes burning all the mist
I'll 'waken from this dream with naught but a kiss
A sea blown breeze dances her hair
To die, I lust to live, and catch myself stare

i really liked this stanza, brendan. the last line really caught me off guard! i would maybe get rid of the period at the end of the poem though. it's kind of like clipping the last note of an expressive musical phrase. let the poem resonate. good work. you should try some stuff that doesn't rhyme.

-doug-