The King on His Knees

A study in symmetry, and lack thereof.

the streetlights flicker slowly to silence
the kind that fireflies yearn to ignite
the moon has melted into the highway
and the stars are all bleeding tonight
so I can’t help but wonder if my dreams have been wasted
or my ambitions misguided therein
how subtle the sadness that dealt me this fortune;
so quiet the violence has been...

yet the answers are lost to me still.

the reflections that bounce off this river
boast colors my world never had
but the souls I watch drown in its waters
no longer reach out for my hand
so I can’t help but question the hopes I’ve been clutching--
like tears held prisoner in eyes
how empty the promise that my heart has made me;
so calm the chaos of lies.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

"the answer is important only when the right question is asked" :)

[Kerry O'Connor]

I'm a sucker for bleeding stars, so I was sold on this poem by line 4.
The sight of street and lights and river and night, as you saw them, unfold before the reader's eye.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

symmetry in tranquility of fluid rhymes while it bends to the topic at hand~ what an array of sensate images you've used to fill this banquet of self reflection~