Unto The Night

Just practicing. ; )

A harbinger an omen
and ache within my bones
foreboding's icy fingers
have reached into my tomb.

I watch the sky for signs
of what today might bring
day's end it is the darkness
that greets me with its sting.

Blood flows into the vastness
a pounding in my head
life coursing to the fates
their scissors cut the thread.

And still I stand in limbo
my soul a pulsing light
a stark and bleak refusal
to submit unto the night.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

This has an old school vampire thing going on I like. Good rhyme and meter too.

[icelandicblue]

I like vampire stuff...always have- way before it was popular. Thanks for reading and commenting.

[kublakhan27]

A very nice knack for rhyme you have displayed here. The flow is smooth and doesn't sacrifice any of the thematic power, something not easy to do with rhymed works. Speaking of theme, I love how you ratchet up the drama a little more with each stanza. The night is somewhat welcoming at first but you rebel against it in the end. A great piece my friend, much more than the practice disclaimer would suggest.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much! I always appreciate your enthusiasm for my work. You're a gem.

[kublakhan27]

Always a pleasure :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Remember behind that darkness is the light the will eventually break through, you just need patience and faith.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much your sound advice.

[Einstein Noodle]

i like it a lot ... lots in this poem for my imaginings ... some days no matter how hard we try can seem so futile ... i think the second verse is particularly strong ... i am left after reading "Unto The Night" with melancholic hope ... and enough conflict between fate and will ... makes me want to get up and achieve something ... so will definitely go to the gym when i finish my reading here on wonderful WC ... :} its a start right?!
E.

[icelandicblue]

The futility- you nailed it, but we carry on don't we?I hope you had a very productive day!

[Frieda P]

Oh a vast sea of darkly nothingness here, but strength beckons from within, it's foreboding with a light that shines through. Luckily as poets we can pen these portent moments and submit to the cafe instead.

[icelandicblue]

So true, so true...thank you Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Always my pleasure Anne.

[David Scott]

This feel less like limbo and more like a recognition of your power. You feel your light and as a reader I saw the horizon of daybreak more than the night surrounding the poetry.
Subtle and moving.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for that David.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the darkness, the writers block...i need to submit to the light of the muse...but i have cut the thread, and now can't seem to resew it...

i want that writing blood to flow again...but my head pounds too hard, and the words are blocked...

i am in that limbo...been there, and felt this....icy fingers just won't hit the keys with any rhythm..

and i am in my tomb of empty pages.

[icelandicblue]

Each time I write I wonder if it will be the last poem I will be able to create and then when I can't write I fear it has happened. Thank you jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh geez, that happens to me so often...it's a constant trepidation..."it's over, that's it, i have written my last poem."
and then more words come and the fear temporarily subsides.

[Jack...]

Anne, this is so sad...this is what they classify stark reality. Until we learn to see, feel and know the light, darkness is all we have. I'm not sure about the practice thing, you nailed this one. Wonderful my friend.

Blood flows into the vastness
a pounding in my head
life coursing to the fates
their scissors cut the thread.

Loved this verse...

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Jack...I seem to have writers block and rhyming sometimes soothes me.