His present stance

Harrowing laughter grows nigh

Like the sound of broken wings aching to fly

High above the cliffs of Dover stands he

A man and his diminishing will to be

 

Breaths of poison from the salted breeze

Calls upon his lips flown brisk from the sea

 A glance with little grief behind his eyes

Forgetting the Lords stance; arms open wide

 

A double step from a definitive demise

An end to a journey; misinformed and ill-advised

The gulls in the clouds accomplish what he wish not

When never a dream of flight have since he forgot

 

Once before his eyes held younger tears

 Did the sounds play a melody to the ears

In present solitude that song sung is pain

Every blue wave now waits for the color red to rain

Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

i read it and sweetly those pure sad feelings haunt me, i reread it and the same feelings spin around me again... So touching, so true, so honest and so authentic... This thunder of misery that's haunting that man keeps blowing pain in me as i was reading :) i love it

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Ah! Do I miss your work so very much! This was great, friend! It certainly has been awhile since I've read your work and it's excellent to revisit them!

This poem is just as dark as your others, but subtle. I remember your previous style with the, uh... "tear down." ;) you know, the style that use to get me every time!

Either way, I absolutely love the flow and the dark content of this poem. Such beautiful sorrow...

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[lAcEy_LoO's Poems Site]

Wow tha was great!!! "Like the sound of broken wings aching to fly" i loved this line out of all of them!!! Keep up the great job