Diaries of An Immigrant soul, Pt.18; Last Letters

Inspired By; Tate Morgan

this may cometh nearest to mine heart
for as comic as sounds the wind
this is the story of an end without a start

a paling slate of white sheet
slowly, forth rowing into oblivion
the fair scatters of common sweet
away from the weary balance of creation

by and by, these hardened sorrows bellow shattered orchids of dry vine
the alphabets of beauty steadily drowning in these precious letters of wine

and as they wash away; forgotten... belay the inevitable
barren of hope, and my ways rotten...
bereave empty dresses of night!

By;

The Black Iris, of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

This is a delicate, beautiful piece of art dipped in sadness. I didn't understand some of it either. But the originality of this write is obvious. The well-conceived title is enough to attract readers. Thanks for sharing.

[Jade (insanity)]

Well, along with the form of the poem, I loved it. I liked how it all just sort of flew together. The flow of it was magnificient!
Though, I did not understand the meaning but that is what I truly love about your poetry. It's got hidden meanings (that's how I see it anyway)
Great job and please keep writing,
Jade