The darkest suburbs of my utopia can hardly fill
with the warm breeze of remnant days that flickers
the candle-lit sidewalks laid in vigil to the dead.
I do not walk in the alley of death but on
the street with the blackest asphalt
with glooming eyes rising from its depths.
Wind is the last thing I feel before the impact,
the space where the air tries to push me back
and prevent what has always been coming.
A small mercy by nature, sad to see me go,
yet the wind sometimes blows as a warning,
to let me know where all things eventually go,
Been reading your poems all morning, they are all great, but this one... This one has a soul. True art, I love it. And I love the little visual play you made in the last verse.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Merci, for the reads and the comment. Some things I write turn out to be truer than others. I think .. read moreMerci, for the reads and the comment. Some things I write turn out to be truer than others. I think this piece rings true to who I am right now, if only a bit. I appreciate the insight.
I absolutely loved it! It reminders me of something Poe himself would write! Listening to some of Tim Burtons music while reading it could probably helped hahaha ;-) But your a really good poet! Keep it up!
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Heh, I don't know if it quite has the Poe vibe but I'm humbled by the comparison. Tank you for the k.. read moreHeh, I don't know if it quite has the Poe vibe but I'm humbled by the comparison. Tank you for the kind words.
"A small mercy by nature, sad to see me go,
yet the wind sometimes blows as a warning,
to let me know where all things eventually go,"
I like the poem. True logic is scary. A lot of people think we control all things. The truth is. We are at the mercy of many things. No weakness in the interesting poem. I like poems like this one. They open the door to question and possibilities.
Coyote
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Tank you for the wisdom Coyote, I think all things should be open to questions and possibilities.
All things will eventually go to its maker. The Creator and Owner of all will require His back to him. You have the will power to reclaim your identity and set your path on right or wrong choices. Death is the greatest equalizer...A powerful poem...:)..................
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
A powerful comment, thank you
10 Years Ago
Wow. You are welcome...:).................................