solstice

it’s the solstice

turning the page

from time to time

causing that phase

where the sun doesn’t shine

the shadows and night

blend into one

and whisper ideas

so quiet

you stall

 

it’s the solstice

causing those thoughts

burning these sparks

ceasing the flares

which embody your mind

once full of life

you’re soul

starving

on paper

 

so you’re stuck

in that same old phase

and you’re stuck on the bench

where old men meet

so they can speak

about the next gathering

which will take place

tomorrow

but tomorrow becomes today

and the demented forget

that yesterdays once were

and tomorrow

was once said

 

so I’m stuck in that solstice

where the sun doesn’t shine

the moon and the stars

just shy in the sky

and clouds float by

but you’re stuck

in the solstice

waiting for the sun

where the whirligig

once spun

and you try to remember

when this all begun

Reviews

[abraxus89]

So sorry bout never getting back to you on your poems etc.

Ive been inactive for over a year.

If I had to be honest, most of the poem, didnt quite strike a note with me except for;

"which will take place
tomorrow
but tomorrow becomes today
and the demented forget
that yesterdays once were
and tomorrow
was once said

so I’m stuck in that solstice
where the sun doesn’t shine
the moon and the stars
just shy in the sky
and clouds float by
but you’re stuck
in the solstice
waiting for the sun
where the whirligig
once spun
and you try to remember
when this all begun"

That last part, it reminds me of something I feel, or rather live with every day. That feeling of being alone and lost. Your so close but so far away. Stuck and yet moving forward. Waiting but you've already arrived.

I loved the last part.

[N!LoC]

i cant really put my finger on it... but i somehow relate to this one too.... again.. its something that's so up my alley...

[plainme]

well, it's an odd piece of writing I must admit myself. Sometimes you better let yourself go while writing just to keep a mental balance