Douceur Grave

Shred the rivers out of set of paragon
That found counsel from years
A spell where ravens lurks at silence in dismay
Pinioned with wings of seraphs to fly high asleep
Grave of soul that mortals won' dig deep
In death, tryst of sage years and rubicon
All mortals in grave go
Yet this grave of soul that speaks in rune
Meander on sandy mayhem in lovely loom
In time, not now, maybe in retrospect
Before mortal's dour sleep
Mortals will dig from this grave deep
To find the soul with all of what he gave
Plastinated a douceur grave

Author's Note

You will always judge me until the time you had dig the douceur grave.

Reviews

Amazing work
You truly are one of the greatest poets I've read!
This one really gets me thinking.
Wonderful job

[Ruth]

In the face of everything, this accepts and deals with it! lol
This is amazing work!
Wonderful work hon!
I adore this!
xx

[Liz-z]

"A spells where ravens lurk at silence in dismay"
The single line, adore it!

Your vocabulary is fantastically puzzled together.
"Grave of soul that mortals won' dig deep
In death, tryst of sage years and rubicon
All mortals in grave go"

"To find the soul with all of what he gave"
Love the line... It's perfect! =D

[Bard Constantine]

The really carries the feeling of a sage contemplating his life and approaching death, the aura of history that lies beneath the earth at any graveyard. It's an undeniable fate, one we all consider at one time or another...

[Cherrie Palmer]

elegant words for a poignant poem...Grave of soul that mortals won' dig deep..

[Coyote Poetry]

This poem is beautiful. I was lucky being in the Army to travel to the places of great history. You could feel the sadness and struggle still. Your words brought me in and the poem need to be read many time.
"In death, tryst of sage years and rubicon
All mortals in grave go"
A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Moonflower]

This is brilliant, I love the language you have used to paint such a dreary yet intriguing scene. I enjoyed this piece, Thanks for sharing, dear~