The Twelfth Hour Whispers

The Twelfth Hour Whispers

A Poem by Kurl Urban
"

I've always lived in the sky, amongst the stars

"
We were dotted around the naked flame, placed as a royal council, henchmen groomed in the literature of animated story telling.

Awaiting orders to propel the spears upon our waist towards the end of the earth, the dividing thrust that conflicted night, that which was the breaking of dawn.

Silently pitched across the constellation, visible only on the whispers of tunes, melodies rarely seen requiring gravity to be heard.

Remnants of former tenants, portions of demised homes. I am a star, the fearful luminous sphere, guardian of the four winds and invisible when the twelfth hour sings.

© 2014 Kurl Urban


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

154 Views
Added on December 9, 2014
Last Updated on December 9, 2014

Author

Kurl Urban
Kurl Urban

Johannesburg, West Rand, South Africa



About
Kurl Urban lives and was raised in Johannesburg, South Africa and is a passionate writer of poetry related to Spoken Word, covering a vast range of topics that stem alive from his immediate interactio.. more..

Writing