Lazuline Pearls

an exerpt from From the Midst of the Maelstrom © 2010 David W Moore III

Just when the first note begins, 

the obsidian cowl nods,

and it ends.  

Infinite reflection 

reveals nothing: 

no effervescent brook 

no dialating candescence 

no opus magnum 

just a note 

echoing hauntingly. 

Oh sing a song! 

Sing a song never begun. 

Only the echo remains. 

Lazuline pearls drop 

bounce and return. 

The vacuum resonates 

reverberates 

searching 

longing 

yearning 

instruments at hand, 

trembling slightly. 

Oh sing a song! 

Sing a song never begun. 

Only the echo remains. 

The chromic rale 

and ursula tamed 

waiting 

anticipating 

humming 

thrumming 

the void tugging 

pulling to be filled. 

Oh sing a song! 

Sing a song never begun. 

Only the echo remains. 

Rejoined by the cosmic choir. 

The echo remains 

echo remains 

remains.

Author's Note

For my son Christian. I still hear your song.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

evocative of something in and on a grand scale...and yet with such descriptives as nothing echoe longing vaccuum and void to effectively reflect that something haunts as an absentee...i see the pearls fall...hear their thud thud thud thud upon the floor and sense some deep and eternal sadness in the song that never began...it is a song all the same...creating a sad ambience for which...i suppoose...you were aiming...strong piece...i respect and appreciate its existence...

[Ice QueenJen]

A lovely poem David, and a great tribute to your son. I love the part about the cosmic choir, its ethereal sounding.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I thought this was a good poem. It was a really nice write for your son. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Loner]

A very nice poem .

[JENY]

It is very precise…
Your choice of images…
To convey the theme….
A peculiar feeling…threads the entire poem…
Which I cant put into words…
Loved it so much…

[Michael of Gilead]

I think I have a clear understanding of this poem...i find it very moving David.

[Desert Dreamer]

the echos of a song never begun, even the cosmos joins in...beautiful and yet so sad...the echos always remain with us.

[Dark Angel]

This is beautiful... There's a deep sorrow and longing.

[Sarah J. Kelleher]

This sounds like it could be turned into a four part choral piece, I love it. Beautiful tribute to your son.

[Pax Analog]

Elegant, classic, hauntingly elegiac.

"The chromic rale/and ursula tamed/waiting/anticipating/humming/thrumming/the void tugging/pulling to be filled." This was particularly intriguing, the packed arcana in such simple syllables.

The "echo remains" refrain extends the melancholy air into the greater abiding Mystery.

[Khitii Lae-Ahn]

the echoes of a song never begun...yet sung all the same...reverberating in the depths of yearning core...resonating within sapphire shadows of longing...a melody set within despondent tones...carried upon flow of heart that has been sliced and splayed and turned inside out...evocative and lachrymose