HERE BE DRAGONS

HERE BE DRAGONS
by phil roberts

Suddenly the humble
There is one eye again
Smears
Smoothly down and quick
Spaced
The silent teeth
Cemetery slabs
All scared to white
Bright full-moon night
Glaring like a naked bone
Water taps and drips
Shaped so perfectly cold
This bleakest of light
Casting long and sharp and deep
The wailing pathetic
Are silver shards of shapes
The graveyard owl screeches
This must be some one's dream

Nowhere to go
Still strong currents pull
The places of despair
Towards and away
The tonality of moods
Warming layers
Blending with the background
It's no-body's business

A sigh that trembles
Lives balancing on whims
And then a silver grey sky
Soaring on a song
The grace of an artless child
Smiles your eyes to beauty
The crystal tumbling stream
Hallucination of diamond water
The endless beginning
Sliding on rolling moments
Changing even truth
Even truth

                                   By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Great one Phil, for a moment you'd visited Wales ; )

[Emily B]

reading the words below, I find all the words I would have ordinarily used have already been taken

maybe I should just say that I find your words extraordinary

[Judy Ponceby]

Fabulous. Haunting, beautiful. :)

[Joel M Frye]

The last stanza may be one of the finest writes I've read of yours, Phil. Congratulations on a poem well done, good sir. Thank you.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous! Love it!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

incredible Phil........one of your best

[LA Lorena]

Such beautiful imagery here Phil. It just drips from your pen, stains the page and oozes forth into the readers mind. Very nice!