Somewhere in Between

A recent piece, one of my favorites

Life's filthy cradle comforts no man

Beautiful boughs of death do shine

Withering leaves live in love's hand

The sobbing shadow's tears are mine



Stars of night are all alone

Their companions feel nothing

And so are they sorrow prone

Their cold light misses something



Bleeding moon moans at midnight

As it's woes give suck to the wind

They blow, blind to mortal sight

Bringing chills to those who sinned



Erie airs echo wailing whispers

Wearing wreaths with winter's wrath

Freezing the conscience of sinners

Oblivious to their destructive path



Creation seems to reflect a void

Like an empty sea under a bland day

Like darkness over the lost horizon

Like golden light smeared with grey



My heart, the ready writer

Spectates the miracles of fantasy

And the wonders of perceived reality

To pen it's most rueful tune



"Shimmer vivacity's obscure reality

That I may fade to sleep

Burnish the dream's austerity

That I may exist somewhere in between"

Author's Note

Let me know what you think and please share! :)

Reviews

[TawnyBlueStar]

I agree with Chris on your rhyme scheme needing to be more consistent but
I liked it :)
I like the mixure of nature like the "bleeding moon" "Stars of night are all alone
" and "Erie airs echo wailing whispers". Adds something to your poem that makes it beautiful and expressive :D :D
awesome poem
100 :D

[Groovy]

powerful with explicit imagery

[Thea]

I agree with Priscilla...You did a great job on this one...A very beautiful piece.
:)))

[BlueDreams]

It was a wonderful craft to read.. Great write.. :-)

[Priscilla Sayers]

A nicely executed piece. Sometimes I believe we all exist in-between, amongst the shades of gray. Where poets come out to play. Dreams are sought and yet to be found but all in due time my friend. A wonderful poem.