Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill…
Bars of gold encrusted with diamond dust enshrines me. I hear a swifting song of subtle silence:
Golden bars make no less a prison
than a coffin on a hill.
And in caged reformation,
one wanders aimless still.
The rafters now a recollection
of sacred suppression.
How the morning dawn
strikes mourning confession.
Now Death yields a harvest
of the living masses.
We walk toward its path
no earthly power surpasses.
I look about me, surrounded by shrouded stones and shifting sand. The gold bars swift to golden rays of deepening sunlight, as black stone lifts itself above the raging foam. The sea erupts, engulfing the sun as a deadened darkness dances through me.
A chilling wind shivers my skin, and in my transfixed weary walk I taste its bitter marrow. As I stand transfixed, I see a shadow flighting above the frozen waves. It is my angel, her figure draped in a crystal fog.Through this cold hellish haze she reaches her hand out to mine. I step toward her on the waves, but I am swallowed by the sea. She speaks.
Nothing vapors Craig! It exists all the time we long to see in our try to grab. I kind of feel a desire of reading something more in this poem. It has a new taste ever since I am accustomed to your work, and the outcome is lovely. I liked it a lot, friend. It deepens my thought for my inner queen. I have to read it twice, so that its feel remains long with me...
very cool piece ..like the detail in this a very mysterious piece... overall I thought you did a superb job on this .. another amazing write from you!!
your so very good at uses colour language to describe a setting..this was no exception..you are breathing life into those words and making a beautiful poem
oh my this was a bit mysterious and quite vivid imagery. A beautiful story with such rich phrases...that last verse is a powerful message...this is sad, yet i get a sense of wisdom out of it. fantastic write...
Oh my, this one is so mysterious and dark.... It sounds like a dream and prayer wrapped in ribbon of black silk... The imagery is incredibly vivid... One senses the stirring, unsettling feeling... It's as if the narrator is an apparition or perhaps, feels like one... You do wonders with the elements....the wind...the sea with its raging foam.... Personification is remarkable!!! I love this, Craig. The photo adds to the dark beauty of the work.
2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance...
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
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