mute flute

Mute flute

 

Welcome. Please have a drink on the porch,

Welcome, dear evening.

Beg your pardon for slurred voice.

Pardon the gathers of moist

On my black eyes.

 

The flickering darkness of the forest,

Mutely lifts its face towards a deathly moon.

“Soon! Wait shall be over soon!”

Cries a nocturnal bird’s flight

Hands slightly tremble.

A few drop of spirit fall on old lap.

Pardon the old chap, sir.

He has lost a part of spirit from his being.

Let us three, listen to the

Mute flute of the end of the world.

 

 

Reviews

[George Love]

The end of a day, the end of a life? Whichever the reader decides to enjoy, you have made it possible with this work. The end of time? If it could be that way I dare say we would all sit on our porches, patios or beachside seats and gladly welcome it with you description on our tongues!

[Emily B]

New and creative. I never thought of 'listening' to the end of the world.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Perhaps, my morbidbess is contagious. What an interesting piece!

Just remember, out of the ashes of a forest fire, life begins anew.

-Gabe

[A.r. Bazian]

"Hands slightly tremble.
A few drop of spirit fall on old lap.
Pardon the old chap, sir.
He has lost a part of spirit from his being.
Let us three, listen to the
Mute flute of the end of the world."
wow!
amazing...
And how can, a human soul cry as it departs its host? a mid-night flight?
what soul but a peaceful one greets its evening!
i'm getting goose-pumps all over... death can only be so intriguingly beautiful, but painful.
words well chosen... i love it!

[lori c]

i reread this several times and each time i took away something different...the first time it was the parting of lovers, the second - the ending of a life, the third, well you get the idea. i know if i read it tomorrow, next week, next month and later in the year, my personal experiences will evoke something still hidden. thank you for such a kaleidescope piece. loved it.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

This could mean a lot of things, its all up to the reader. I enjpyed this, Nicely done.


Great write.

[Candle in the wind]

Evening decending brings a gloom upon my being.I do not like sunsets as they make me want to cry.This gloom has been evoked by your poem.The flickerings embers of the fading sunlight depress me.

[PhoeniX]

oh very descriptive. theres something about this piece that i enjoy very much. but i just cant put my finger on it. well done!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Ah, the ending makes me so sad while his foray on the porch sounded a little lonely it still sounded also like a wonderful moment for internal reflection. Great write. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha