Eves of May

When the darkness overcomes us.

Maelstrom, O storm devil
Uncoil March slither into April
Unto the eves and ides of May

 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sanity extraction

 

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses
Bringing tempest which cloud minds human and fragile

 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

 

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against depths of sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

 

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetitious
Into mirror's glass window
Blood stains upon a mask faceless
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

 

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked
And the answers I cannot have

 

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to quicksand survive

 

And the eves and ides of May
Coil up again upon a vast wasteland
Men of desparation hunger
Eating flesh of man much meeker

 

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes
Or finality, when it finds its done

 

And you become...

A man of misery

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I couldn't quite keep up with your brilliant word play, Mike. That probably means you're doing a good job as always. Haha ;)

[Michael G. Smith]

Or just rambling on. Sometimes I think I'm too smart for my own good. Translation I'm not at all that smart, lol, but humble I am. Basically, I try to relate the idea there are storms in our mind that try and drag us to the dark side for what ever reason some succumb others do not.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Haha, well-explained.. I like your humor, Mike. Keep it going. :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Such amazing dark imagery in this piece, Mike - the emptiness resonates...

[Michael G. Smith]

We all have darkness in us but, do we let it rule?

[Sami Khalil]

I see you are rivaling the sun to rid the world of darkness by beautiful poetry...:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Man a natural enemy of God and sometimes we cannot help but let darkness slip into our lives.

[Sami Khalil]

So true. You are welcome...:)

[Azriel]

great piece, so much powerful and unique imagery here and the use of language is spectacular. you really do have your own poetic voice, it's quite distinguishable based on your poems i read. think this has to be my favorite stanza from this piece though:
"Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo"

it just speaks so much and is just such a beautiful and vivid image. great poem overall.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Azriel. Love your name. My favorite character among the Barman mythos. Also a gripping true story about Azriel the Angel in the translation of the book Enoch the prophet.

[Michael G. Smith]

Actually its called the book of Enoch.

[Azriel]

haha, thanks... don't think this is a coincidence at all