Tenebrious

Dark, gloomy and obscure - a poem about nothingness

I sat behind

in line

at a funeral procession

And I remembered

A cold, distant, slated stare

Eyes of brilliance blurred by metaphors of bane

Sunken and drained, darkened now bare

A dawn lightened by content and worth

A stone that cast an immortal shade

An expiration date set at birth

Blood stains but the memories fade

 

I sat in front

out of order

at a funeral service today

And I recalled

All the hatred, love, passion, lies of the world

Hopeless cries of worn and torn out pages

Quieted, cooled, vacuous white sheets

Stolen sobs, impotent moments of pure nothingness

There you were on bended knee

And I, with a smile of endless grief

Pragmatic words, ambiguous meanings

Author's Note

A play on words / metaphors / ambiguity

Published in the Texas Writers Journal - January 2015

http://www.texaswritersjournal.com/

Reviews

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:: i think this piece is full of atmosphere... it's not possible to be unmoved by death and the finality of it when one at a funeral service... and i think one would naturally be reminded of all incidents/episodes that lead to the death of emotions/dreams/aspirations... so, i'd say you've done infinite justice to the title and topic... as a reader, i get a sense of the atmosphere and the kind of memories it triggers...

[jdr / Jennifer]

Thank you ;)

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~~ you're very welcome...