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...

[Liza]

i sensed the music of your heart
a longing to keep a memory alive
the love never dies
beautiful

[Short.Nerd]

Very beautiful and touching. Great job.

[No use.]

how beautiful , I can't believe I haven't read any of your work 'til now.
and I wonder how is it only the echo remains, where is your son .... :'(

[Tina Kline]

Your words here are very beautiful yet with a touch of haunting sadness.

[Cassiopia Summers]

This was very touching, and wonderful. Great idea and heartfelt piece.

[Brad]

wow...this echoes of whitman...the love conveyed inside a man's heart for his son, is all here

[Ruth]

There is so much within this love! A universal recognition and also the echo of nostalgia:)
A profound piece of work, truly moving!
Reunion, a moment shared to remember, beauty recaptured!
Glorious work!
Kudos love!
xx

[Erin]

Wow. It's really good. It reminds me of some poem I read in English class that I hated only because I was forced to read it. This poem is vastly similar except I enjoyed reading it while at the same time I knew just how good it was. It's excellent, I must give you that. Your repetition and title was especially good. Nice job.
PBP

[emmajoy]

'Oh sing a song!
Sing a song never begun.
Only the echo remains.'

i feel this so deeply, almost too deeply inside .. there's immense sadness, a veil, a shadow you can't lose ..

such beautiful words ..