And how was I to know

As the darkness trembles and quakes around me, I recall my yesterdays, dim and marred. The light of the amber orb now pierces the shadowed, cloudy cover of earth, and on its face I view my own.

 

The chilled wind with frozen voice,

lifts saddened scents of drifted days.

Upon each breath a doubting choice,

the winded, weeping figure lays.

And how was I to know that day,

would alter every moment on?

And how was I to hope to stay,

when friends in movement now are gone?

Yet here I stand with grasping eyes,

and view my common, ever-soil.

Born here in sand and raised in lies,

appearing tranquil, royal grace.

 

     I rest on the Idler’s rooftop, engulfed in flooding memories.

Author's Note

From chapter three of "An owl on the moon,” Top of the stairs: March…

Reviews

[McEltic]

The shock of realization. Excellent writing and a pleasant read

[An owl on the moon]

I am so grateful you stopped here to read, my friend.

[Einstein Noodle]

really like the use of language ..has a classic feel to it ...tales from the bard kind of thing ...the story is haunting ..the accounting of our days and sad knowledge of friends passed on... the acceptance of one's own passing in:
"Yet here I stand with grasping eyes,
and view my common, ever-soil." i really like the way you say it! hooked, i will have to seek out the first two chapters now ;)
E.

[An owl on the moon]

You are so encouraging my friend! Very thankful to have you by. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Owl... the chapters of our life...
burned to ashes forevermore.
We move on into the sky...
where birds fly and angels rest
in an eagle's nest. Amen... Pat
Beautiful poetry...

[An owl on the moon]

Deeply appreciate your thoughts and the peace they bring, Pat. :)

[just is]

OH WOW!! So awesome!
I enjoy this piece of your wonderous words. awesome

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful. You gave life and purpose to the photo. You create places and you allowed the reader to feel the thoughts and the wonder. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much my friend! Wishing you such an inspired day.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[anonymous_at]

I love this writing....sometimes lonesome only leads to the rewind of past memories .....isn't it??!!??

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much. Yes, it's true. Seems the soul is ever seeking, either in memory, in the now, or the not yet.

[anonymous_at]

Exactly....been through that s**t and still going....so i can relate... :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, then you're divinely dangerous... you know you can survive. Good. :)

[anonymous_at]

Tbh the reason i'm alive is just because i think about taking revenge......their screams , pain ,anger ,lonesome ,etc. gives me strength and reason to live....

[An owl on the moon]

How I hope from that darker purpose that spring will rise from you, so they don't steal the joy of all you find as your roses bloom.

[anonymous_at]

Ah!!! Quite poetic.... I like these lines... :)

[An owl on the moon]

So glad. Poets should live in such worlds... :)

[anonymous_at]

😂 😂😂😂 quite right....