Darkness Bids a Bye

Of spoils of which I tell

In their lapse my memories fell,

I recall a blurry grey voice

Which tasted ice, for fire to suffice-

“What watchful eye the predator wears

Incessant intrusions of memories engage”

 

The answer to his questions I do seek

When the moon is shy and night at peak.

An impasse and intricate cogs

Muddle my sight of prayer,

Then a voice which sounds far but seems near

Screams loud for me to hear:

“Long have I been in a ceaseless epoch

Burning in the rivulets of reveries

But then a light so abhorred from my abyss I made

To thwart my appeasing forlorn fate”

 

I hear such voices every night

When times’ nimbus cloak lullabies my sight.

Outside the morning sleeps- away from night.

 

 

                        Fetus~

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Each time I read poetry from a Poet with great skill from India. I'm impressed with the school system. I like how you used the language. Making your point with powerful statements and great skill.
"An impasse and intricate cogs
Muddle my sight of prayer,"
A strong ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Larry Dyson]

Olde Anglish fer sure.well written.

[Summer'sBreeze]

nice

[Arianna]

this has a great rythem to it.
i love it
its great.
:)
well written

[BlueDreams]

Nicely penned down.. A great piece of write .... :-)

[The Winter Grey]

I found this extremely arresting. Your power to project imagery is darkly dazzling. Excellent work.

[Time's The Bond]

It was fresh and greatly written I loved it!

[Me]

Not bad

[EMF]

An impressive use of language that just leaves me awed at your skill. The power behind a simple line is incredible. It has truly left my head spinning. Normally it takes a while for me to decide if I like a writers style or not, but the decission here is clear. I do. Great job

[Dayran]

A nice reverie of the usual companions as they prepare to teach another young man the rudiments of life and its expression. ' Wake, wake up, young Joey. Your night of the eternal sleep may soon be over.' A deep and profound write of a man not in a hurry but who may be enthralled by the beauty of the mountains.

[stars are far]

This was nicely written
loved the title :)