The End of My Universe

No more poetic inspiration.

The ends of verse
Are the fruits which wither down
As a fish off the line, out of water

Likened to the thirst of ideas

Deprived of oxygen they drown

 

In the ends of verse

Words no longer tend

To form or touch parch lips

Nor electrify wet blackened pens

Hollow once quick quips

 

The flaming spirit

Has been withdrawn
The fire touch once prodding

Sparking thoughts to life
And the pendulum out of sync when swinging

Skipping heartbeats simply beyond rhyme

 

Merely yearning is not enough

Quintessential is the need for acting
Upon passions and necessitous prides

when dreams awake and realities sleep

And eyes can be open ever wide

Why now set about

To cloak a universe in starless

Wipe away the canvas sky

And more in moonless

Let slow motion within the nights

 

Oh, my Lord am I not a vessel

A portion of thy essence

Then, why withdraw my writes
Bridle the divinity lesson
The poetry; miracles of light

 

I am at the end...

Of my own universe

A river damned, a river cursed

One which once flowed freely

Through a fallacious man and mind

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"One heartbeat without a simple rhyme



Yearning is simply for the kindle
Passions or worlds, subtle or sublime

Dreams now mere reality

Eyes no longer open wide


Why now set starless

Wipeout the canvas sky"
A very nice poem. I like those lines the most...Thank you for penning...:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Humbled, thanks for your comments and please i welcome critiques.

[Sami Khalil]

All compliments...You are welcome...:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Sami read that line again, please. I compromised with your suggestion and came up with this. Now, honestly tell how sounds or if it fits better.

[Sami Khalil]

Both are good. Can't decide. I'll leave it to you...:)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

"Oh, my Lord am I not a vessel
A portion of thy essence
Then, why withdraw my writes
Bridle the divinity lesson
The poetry; miracles of light"

Heartfelt prayer. It's good to be reminded where our talents are from. We are but vessels. Thanks for this, Mike! :x

[rutherford]

You've mastered the voice of romantic English poets.

[Michael G. Smith]

I will take that as high praise. This the way I used try and write as I was always influenced by Shakespeare, but not I try to capture a more modern tone. Your writing also an inspiration as depicts the day to day of ordinary life. I am a little put off by the same flower poems of love and romance that saturate. I've discovered as of late that bringing the mundane and ordinary to life actually proves how the simple things are more precious and important to our existence.

[shallimarRose]

Outstanding wording. a few spots felt perhaps they needed a little edit (line 2 line 2 did you mean longer?)but all and all very strong and I loved it. Thank you for the rr..

[Michael G. Smith]

Nope "Wither" as in dry up, but keep looking out for me I do appreciate it, thanks.

[shallimarRose]

No I got that.. Line two in stanza two.. you have long but I felt it should be longer "I no long(er )tend to form or touch parch(ed) lips" ?

[Michael G. Smith]

you are correct. let me change that. what would I do without you?

[shallimarRose]

my pleasure.. sometimes if it was not for friends pointing out my type's I would be lost.. xo

[Rita L. Sev]

Not a vessel, but an instrument... a talent for writing, to inspire, uplift, amuse... a gift of God for sure.